Where Did That Come From
It is dark
The wind makes an eerie sound
I feel threatened
for no reason
I listen but there is only silence.
It is a terrific night for a murder
I look inside my heart
Where did that come from?
I look around quickly
Wondering if the trees know
Did anyone hear this weirdly unnatural thought?
Sure would be, the oak said in telepathy.
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