Mounting Alarm Poem by Dave Dunn

There was that noise again...
A soft buzzing in the room,
not that it was very loud,
but with just the light from the moon
Sarah could not quite make out,
if there was something there..
Soon she found herself sitting up
and continuing to stare...


It wasn't more than 5 minutes
since her book she put aside,
a story of a little boy
and why it was he cried.
The tale was oddly haunting,
as the pages she had turned,
his father gathered insects,
was some of what she learned.


The story dated from a time
when moths were pinned and mounted,
in a way some might now feel a crime.
Displayed behind a piece of glass,
labelled with great care,
so that those who might pass,
could know the species that they were.


There was that noise again!
A little closer now she thought,
more of a fluttering than before, ,
like something a spiders web had caught,
and all of a sudden some movement did she spy,
over by the window in the moonlight,
it seemed too frantic for a fly
and so much bigger too.


Emerging from her covers now,
Sarah ventured to investigate,
creeping slowly forward,
in a slightly nervous state,
fingers guardedly placed
across her blinking eyes,
she sought out the culprit
and found to her surprise,


A torn paper wrapper fluttered in a breeze,
just because the window was trapping it with ease,
her heart so jumpy just before,
was shortly once more calm
and the wrapper fell down to the floor,
where it would give no more alarm.


©Rhumour
August 29th 2008