got out at night like an old owl just to fly

stopped for a moment to see who passed by.

Who who who goes there, I asked

Silence echoed any noise made

Sending shivers down my spine so cold.

Flew for a moment here and there

but only the moon back at me stare.

The wind blew hard, whistling bold

knocked me down a few times,

Sending me dark doubtful vibes.

Disappointed flew back to a branch to think.

Memories played on my troubled head

Like a great movie which you don't even blink.

I saw all the happiness poets spread

writing and showing their talents full gear

So many splendorous poems did appear.

Until the wind blew a louder roar

Loosing balance ended flat on the floor

Bruised and sore was hard to get up

Just sat tearful on the cold wet ground

When heard a sudden stomping sound.

My heart beat fast making me stand with a hop

knowing some were finally coming around.

I was overwhelmed with excitement

Over joyed in tears almost drowned.

I saw not one poet not two but more than three

intending to bring the glory it once was here to be.

We chatted, shared and revisited each other's nest.

We read new poetry with much enthusiasm and glee.

No one even bothered to see who was the best.

In my mind and heart I loved the feeling like old times.

When all we cared was to write poetry and rhymes,

we consider all friends, who flew by day or night

To visit, share, check to see who stopped by.

We all left comments, sentiments and greetings

which brought good pleasant feelings and sighs.

No one cared for power or to be on the spotlight.

Last night I revisited flying by like an old owl

aching, wanting and dreaming feeling a bit down

But hoping it is possible to revive this ghost town.

 © 2013 by Mary C. Pulido