Pretty Little Darlings

Landscape sun trees path


Little darling greeted me

in the back yard, slender face,

dark eyes, coal black hair.

Seemed interested to meet me,

walked forward without hesitation.

I froze, unable to speak, not unlike

my bashful behavior at thirteen

in the presence finally of the attractive

classmate that peaked my blood pressure,

but so shy no words would pass my lips.


I retreated inside to ponder

the situation. Through the window

she seemed lost and lonely.

But then her sister appeared,

a twin, same exact features.

Courage up I went back out

where there was yet another sister.

Triplets? Oh, my. They all wanted

to meet me. Impressed but unsettled,

I stalled, equivocated in self-talk.


They surely seemed harmless, but

conditioning kicked in, triggered

a Pavlovian response.

The large, tell-tale white stripe

unnerved me. The lovely

little stinkers had no fear of me.

I spotted the mother loitering

close by at the edge of the yard.

Reasoned she would veto

any close relationship I might pursue.


Next day five little kits scrounged

around the yard. They visited

for several days, soliciting

food but I never obliged.

Like with some relatives,

it’s good to see them come

but a greater joy to see them go.



Poem by Wesley Sims

Wesley Sims has published three chapbooks of poetry: When Night Comes, 2013; Taste of Change, 2019; and A Pocketful of Little Poems, 2020. His work has appeared in Artemis Journal, Connecticut Review, G.W. Review, Liquid Imagination, Plum Tree Tavern, Novelty Magazine, Poem, Poetry Quarterly, Bewildering Stories, and others.