Cold creeps ...
Cold creeps through the open door,Penetrating bone,
Dark obscurest scene,
What lurks within that darkness ?
Branches rustle, tender movement,
Alarms betraying silence,
Windows reflecting from within,
What is that moving out there ?
Slightest breeze awakens stillness,
The stillness of the night,
Dark descended hours ago,
I'm sure there's something out there.
They look like stars within the bed,
Something moved I saw for sure,
Eyes reflect the dimmest bulb,
I've not gone mad, it was there.
STOPPED dead still and then a scamper,
Swiftness leaving just a blur,
Mans eyes no time to adjust,
Night prawl of the urban fox ... I think.
© S Murphy 2008
Poetry by Steve Murphy
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Written on 2008-10-16 at 23:16
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