Imagination Revealed

Looking out a winter window My eyes were focused on the snow. A streetlight cast a yellow glow Causing an eerie sight below. The shadows from some barren trees Seemed not unlike nightmarish dead Dancing diabolically Around a severed human head. I rubbed my eyes and rubbed again For what I witness can’t be real I backed away from the cold pane That’s when I spied a surreal View, no doubt a clear distinction: Aforementioned … my reflection!