on the roadways at night it was lurking

https://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/animals/stories/9-animals-you-might-not-know-are-native-to-the-us
Now, I’m not sure sure, but I think I may have possibly seen what might have been an ocelot in Auburn last night! On the roadways, at night. It was lurking off of the edge of the road in my headlights. It wasn’t frightened at all; unlike foxes, even, which I have seen shooting into the bushes alongside the road like a fur lightning bolt; or -upon being spotlighted in the flood of headlights – leap up in the air, and twist its body round: to retreat in the direction from whence it had come. No. This cat was completely calm; completely in control. I imagine it had sensed the onset of the car from over the hill, and prowled swiftly to the side of the road, and from there, knew, instinctually, that it could watch the monster and get an even better sense of it from its safe point. As safe as a bird is in the tree tops. Slipping away like a ghost into the foliage.

 

Now, as I like to do, I want to place just next to the raw prose poem (raw, but not completely un-tinkered with; I did spend a fair amount of creative energy, using the fuel of inspiration and love of subject! for this one (very important) on this free-form prose poem), but now I would like to try to construct/chisel out of it, an actual poem, in more traditional format. Here goes …

On the roadways at night, it was lurking
Off the edge of the road in my headlights.
It wasn’t frightened at all; unlike foxes, even –
Which I have seen shooting into the bushes alongside
The road, like a fur lightning bolt;
Or – caught in the snaring flood of headlights – leap
Up into the air, and twist its body round,
To retreat in the direction from whence it had come.

No. This cat was completely calm; completely in control.
I imagine it had sensed the onset of the car from over the hill,
And prowled to the side of the road,
And from there, knew – instinctually – that it could watch the monster
And get an even better sense of it from its safe point.
As safe as a bird is in the tree tops –
Slipping away, like a ghost into the foliage.

 

Done. … Now, that actually took very little time at all. The actual “drafting” of the first version was where all the work was put into. I format poems based upon only a basic, general, and instinctive sense, though; I am not “classically trained,” by any means, let’s just say. … Anyways, I very much enjoyed: experiencing this, out in the world, and writing it up. I hope it was enjoyable to read, and I hope you guys – write your own poetry, sure – if you would like to; but more than that, I really hope that you experience moments in the world in a “poetic” way. 🙂 Au revoir.

 

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