Paranoia

I can feel them looking through the window Like invading stalkers in the shadows of the still I scamper to the floor like a scavenger hunting for winter's food If they find me, I do not want to be seduced into their world As I try not to penetrate the silence, I am startled by a stumble The sudden noise summons me to investigate, so I move towards the window It is ridiculous..there is nothing to be seen As if lightening follows thunder, I crash back to the floor I slowly make it to my room Just thinking of what happened before Like a badger digging a hole, I scurry into bed Eyelids heavy, sleep upon me falls, shadows envelope me after all Morning ascends while fresh flowers I admire Yet, all things beautiful will once again retire...... Holly P. Moore October 15, 2012