Just Around Midnight
written by: Ken Gosse
Paws
pause
upon
their rooftop.
On hearing them stop,
parents prepare for early dawn
and with a large yawn, watching snow fall from roof to lawn,
a mom and dad, very glad, without a peep, soon drift off to sleep with dreams very deep
of Christmases past, cherishing memories that last,
which they hope to share with great care
with children now there—
but first, they
pause and
thank
Claus.
Ken Gosse prefers writing short, rhymed verse with traditional meter usually filled with whimsy and humor. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, since then in Pure Slush, Home Planet News Online, Spillwords, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and others. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty-five years with rescue cats and dogs underfoot.
Latest posts by Ken Gosse (see all)
- The Progeny of Hameltown - November 1, 2025
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