Walking in from the Car

In their bog, the peepers’ wild chirps

resemble screams.

The shed creaks and groans.

I look up and the night is starless.

I feel alone

but watched.

Who observes my head tilted back,

palms toward the sky?

A passing thought,

at first invisible, then


Whispering realization,

an almost tangible idea

of another in the writhing shadow.

I move quickly to the door.


Flick the lock.

Check it again.

Just to be sure.

Still feeling watched through the naked windows.


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