The Haunt of Miller's Peak
Standing still;
A thrill -
A shrill -
Bewitching thoughts beyond the Mill.
I watch and wait,
Beyond the gate;
A thought I’d rather contemplate.
Trembles scare;
I stare -
I dare -
To peek behind a rocking chair.
I hear a creek,
A water’s leak;
Reminding me of Miller’s Peak.
Tempting bait;
A fate -
A date -
Some day I’ll waltz through spectre’s gate.
I’ll feel a chill,
Beyond the Mill;
So beckoned by a Whippoorwill.
But not today;
I stay -
I lay -
So comfortable upon the hay.
Beyond the fence,
A heightened sense;
A shadow bringing much suspense.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006
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