Shadows

Shadows Late at night when the raccoons roam Pebbles are crushed and small rocks slide There along the fence into the woods The defense of reality flutters and floats I see the shadows in the night glide past Through hallways and rooms without a word No sounds, only cobwebs arise and disappear Its all a diversion distraction I fear No time to talk, to connect and to know Though they seem to be revealing a passage Even in their rush-- busy as they are Journeying toward their own ending times -- flutter and flow