The Haunt of Miller's Peak

Standing still; A thrill - A shrill - Bewitching thoughts beyond the Mill. I watch and wait, Beyond the gate; A thought I’d rather contemplate. Trembles scare; I stare - I dare - To peek behind a rocking chair. I hear a creek, A water’s leak; Reminding me of Miller’s Peak. Tempting bait; A fate - A date - Some day I’ll waltz through spectre’s gate. I’ll feel a chill, Beyond the Mill; So beckoned by a Whippoorwill. But not today; I stay - I lay - So comfortable upon the hay. Beyond the fence, A heightened sense; A shadow bringing much suspense.