Antoni Ooto
Come Full Moon
there was always a hunt.
I was working the woods,
my Blueticks treein’ ‘coons.
Sure enough, that one night I go put up a light
when Old Jake gets a whiff of some bitch,
and off he goes.
Now it’s me all night, trippin’ like an ass,— lookin’ to find him.
Damn it!
I threw down my hat and left it there.
Sure enough, next mornin’, (son-of-a-bitch)—— there he is just layin’ on it.
Yup—all night.
About the writer:
Antoni Ooto is a poet and flash fiction writer who came to writing late. Known for his abstract expressionist art, Antoni now finds his voice in poetry. A love of reading and studying many poets has opened and offered him a new form of self-expression. His works have been published in Amethyst Review, The BeZine, The Ginger Collect, Backchannels Journal, CultureCult Anthology: Nocturne and many others. He lives and works in upstate New York with his wife poet/storyteller Judy DeCroce.
Image: Untitled fine art photograph from piqsels. Public domain.
