There's a pattern that has developed
on schedule without a doubt
At or about three in the morning
My feline buddy wants to be let out
Each early outing brings with it concern
It is very dark who knows what prowls
Other animals could be out there lurking
Scary creatures that hiss and howl
It is dreadfully dark as door opens
A chill stirs in the heavy hanging air
My eyes are slightly out of focus
still I sense scurrying movement out there
Pausing and staring into space being wary
Catching a glimpse of something lumbering
What could it be perhaps a big fat cat
Zap! Realization strikes no more wondering
That's no big kitty it's a humungous skunk
Giving a warning go away I declare
Leaving the bright porch light on to dissuade
Please trespasser don't foul the air we share
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