Old Barnes Glimpsed From a Speeding Car

The corner of my eye notes it as my car speeds by, eyesight pings it momentarily, an image looks back. The outbuilding is vacant, bathed in a sparrow and bat time that flutters inside its hollow shell. Barn ambience has kidnapped my attention it has stabled my eyes in a timeless stall where horse tails hang suspended from broken timepieces not clocks, just pieces of time that, like dust in sunlight muster in the air to mime a car and a glance rubbernecking back.