Every night the same thief—
I lie awake waiting for him.
I have a stout club with his name on it.
Well, O.K., it’s a stick.
Well, really it’s a rooster that never moves.
And what good is that?
The thief steals in & leaves me with out.
He takes my radio & leaves me with the static.
Nothing but a full bladder can save me—
but by then I want nothing more
than to relax my grip.
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. Here’s a bio. All of my writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, my name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact me for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).