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A Glimpse

When silence has flooded the house
tin soldiers open their eyes
clockwork feet of a tiny mouse
attempting to surprise
a spaniel deep in dreams
of some endless summer field
of lake and starlit streams
no longer forced to heel
One long yawn slowly began
a twitch of a shiny nose
and a growl at a figure like Pan
a bark that would surely impose
in darkness, by fireside, a white beard,
that gleamed as if part of a crown
the dog and tin soldiers n’er feared
the figure in the red velvet gown.
Stephen Holloway
9th competition

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

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