Fear the Night

Frightened, hiding in this park Every rustling sound keeps me in this dark All I want is a place to rest my mind Rearranging shadows are all I find The owl has not hooted He has not made his kill Even the night bird has become still Nerves crawl along my arm Insistent, persistent, like your charm Ghostly images blur upon my sight Hollow gestures I once thought were true Tensed, I point my abandoned heart at you. Adelaide Bond May, 12, 2016