Promptly Poetry

Mailbox

Mailbox

I haven’t checked the mailbox
in a goodly while.
It isn’t that I don’t want bills
or something in that style.

Those letters with the windows
have lost their qualms for me
ever since the box was empty
as far as I could see.

It being dark inside the thing,
I reached to feel inside
and something bit my finger hard,
so bad I even cried.

My penknife had a flashlight,
it hung upon my belt,
I turned it on and sent its beam
to find what I had felt.

To my surprise, was then revealed
a sprite enraged to find
his home invaded by clumsy hand,
a monster to his mind.

“Begone,” he yelled, infuriate,
“And leave my home alone.”
I closed the box and wandered off,
my equilibrium quite thrown.

I haven’t checked the mailbox
in such a long, long time
It’s not that I’m afraid of him
but privacy to me is prime.


Line Count: 28
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For Promptly Poetry, Week 32
Prompt: Opening the mailbox. What did you find inside?