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Fearing Darkening Shadows
As the sun sets in the evening sky,
and the night's curtain begins to close,
My eyes are straining in a red sunset,
and my senses begin to dose.
The lonely call of a distant whippoorwill,
and as mosquitoes begin to fly,
makes me pull my collar up snug,
as evening frogs chant, in their reply.
My rocking chair is not so easy,
and no real comfort, on this old wooden porch,
The late Fall moon is rising over the trees,
and looks like a maiden's torch.
The last leaves of the Autumn,
each cling to limbs, that are becoming so bare,.
An old hoot owl gives a salute to the night,
as chirping crickets add, in their flair.
It's warm inside by my old wood stove,
the fire place is in need of my care,
I straighten the sofa and cushions so soft,
then throw my coat on my only chair.
A cabin visit is a hardship, sometimes,
way out in the wilds and forests, deep,
A welcome rest, my bones all accept,
as I crawl upon my bed, to get some sleep.
An unsettling wind rattles my windows,
a nearby tree limb, raps out songs to remember,
It's a spooky time, when you're all alone,
in that old shack, in the month of November..
A Coyote creates an uneasiness, among the pines,
with a long and a piercing howl,
A sound in the distance, so faint, I perceive,
much like a big grizzly bear's growl.
Through my window I spy, across the hillside,
shadows cast by a moon in the pines,
A sudden fear grips my senses, an unsteadiness,
with Shivers tingling down my spine,
A bright orb glows in a shimmering brightness,
pulsing, as it moves across the night sky,
UFO's have been spotted out there, at times,
as I squint my eyes and in following it, I try.
A humming sound and a piercing blast,
of strange engines and a craft, so big and bright,
It seems to hover, not ten yards away,
then shoots into the darkness, and out of my sight.
I try to sleep and keep the image I had seen,
out of thoughts, then, to just put it all away,
I spent a restless night in that place,
yet, my weary mind was still besieged, the next day.
My arms and leg began to itch, as my thoughts raced back,
to the night and its weird sight,
Strange red marks appeared on my leg, causing worry,
it's uncertainty, gave me such fright.
The doctor said I had an implant, then he operated,
and removed it, without even a thought,
Seems mine was not the first such malady,
and in what those strange visitors had wrought.
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