soft heavy steps

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