copyright 2009 mariah lichty

Knock knock

Knock knock.

Something’s at the door.

A flash of black

A flash of white

A stripe runs through the fur

A gasp

A shriek

A frightened yell

Do you know who it is?

A ghastly smell

A runaway pet

I think I have a clue

You get sprayed

I run away

I know who it is, do you?

Open up the door and smile down

‘Why hello, Mr. Skunk, what a beautiful day.’