Ghost

two eyes watch me from that banyan tree, evening on my stroll back through woods, I feel them pierce the back of my neck, but I dare not raise my head and look, they tell me they belong to a tradesman, who lost his life in a violent robbery, I feel he is waiting for someone, does he seek a friend to ferry him home, or just waiting for time to set him free?, would he harm me if I got near, and like a mist would he suddenly appear, would he slowly fade away with time, join the rest from the house of the dead? last time I walked past those woods, saw migrant cranes had set nests, may be he will travel when they fly, so I may walk the woods and not be spied. Ghost contest Julia Ward free verse (any rhyme not intended) 17 lines written 15/02/2021