I am never alone in the evening hours
If Puss is not on my doorstep, I’ll call her.
She never waits for dark or the evening stars
Sometimes at twilight, she’ll come with a rush
Because every move I make indoors, she’ll decipher.
She has no tactics, no hidden ambush
Her evening ritual is usually to be mild and patient.
We always spend our evening hours together.
But mornings, to be outdoors, sees a new agreement.
Benita H. Kape © 9.4.2017
“Finally, here is our prompt (optional, as always). Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem. Although the fourteen-line sonnet is often considered the “baseline” form of verse in English, Sir Edmund Spenser wrote The Faerie Queene using a nine-line form of his own devising, and poetry in other languages (French, most particularly) has always taken advantage of nine-line forms. You can find information of various ways of organizing rhyme schemes, meters, etcetera for nine-line works here. And of course, you can always eschew such conventions entirely, and opt to be a free-verse nine-line poet.”
I have chosen to write a poetic form called a Nocturna. Nine lines, eight of which deal with the night and one with the morning.