Little Raheem
(Stanza Poems)
Written By Nigh-Jee
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Background
This poem was created in a scholarly setting.
Professor Name: Kate Sanchez
Educational Institution: Community College of Philadelphia
Grade: A (Passed)
Synopsis
A man and his dog go out to investigate a mysterious entity that’s disrupting their sleep. But what or who do they find?
Raheem sleeps in a cabin in the woods
Stars and moon are out, wind hits the hardwood
The fireplace calmly snaps as its warmth hugs
The man’s on the bed, above his dog’s rug
Raheem hears a noise—eyes gently open
The dog then gets up from his sleep, frozen
Both look out the window and Raheem says,
“That is last night’s sound, a saxophone plays”
“You hear it, too Roy? Isn’t it so loud?”
“It’s hard to sleep to what sounds like a crowd”
Roy barks once and shakes his head up and down
They leave the bedroom to seek out that sound
They both stay close and walk around the house
“Hm…the living room?” But found none to browse
“Maybe the kitchen?” Nothing to find but
the letter his sick sister mailed last time
“Can’t be the bathroom,” that, he’s adamant
Last, they look in the attic and basement
Regarding saxophones, they were vacant
They both go back into the living room
“Shouldn’t it sound far? But it’s a close tune”
Roy barks once and agrees like a cohost
“Two days back, the cops said ‘if the sound boasts…
just give us a call, we will scope the scene’”
“But Roy, yesterday they’ve already seen
the nearby woodlands when the starlight gleamed”
“If they can’t do it, I’ll do it myself”
“It’s stopping our sleep—like a restless beep”
Roy barks once and follows Raheem outside
Raheem slightly pats his coily black fade
As the moonshine made his smooth dark skin glaze
The wind pushes them, but they walk harder
Some leaves fall down—like shots from an archer
“The sound is beautiful, don’t get me wrong…
but I work later—just what is this song?”
Raheem and Roy stop with eyes more open
Roy angrily barks—Raheem feels frozen
Raheem squints and sees…
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