Directly behind me in darkness
- it's night. I don't have to look
It would just be more creepy
- soft, heavy steps. The snap
of some twig or leaf, a body
(presumably alive) is moving.
Not as stealthy as one would
suppose, for anything evolution
and instinct-honed. And I
am alone out here
with nothing but a porch screen
with some bird-holes in it
between me and my friend,
who I don't mind much. It's
a little weird though, friend
not knowing who you are.
One time,
something quite large bounded out
from the distance behind and ran
in a grey blur from the deck-light
along the side, out of range
in a flash,
chased by nothing.
See, I play it cool
'Cause I don't want to end up like that
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