~ NIGHT OWL SHOVELING ~

Night Owl Shoveling
Calls to me this eve
With inches that have fallen
A disappearance up my sleeve...

A scoop here, a scrape there
Silence fills the street
Snowflakes drift in air
Soundless neighborings heartbeat...

A grip on the handle
An arch in my back
Swinging in motion
No room left to stack...

During such hours
All eyes are asleep
Time to work the magic
Of the disappearing heap...

I lean in, I lean over
Closer to the fence
Filling up my shovel
With fluffiness that's immense...

I step in, I step over
Flinging piles of snow
Refilling my shovel
Till there's nothing left to throw...

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Dedicated to my neighbor, whom told me to throw it in the street...

Responses

2 comments so far.

1. Rick Brown says:

   It's a good thing you don't have a snowblower. You would bury your neighbor alive. Very cute 4 Sugar Bear. Keep your imagination rolling.

2. Niko says:

   Each word from a person's heart writes worlds of adventures into the lyrics of the heard phrases; What a better way to live a life than write poetry about all we are?