by Judy Harkins

Created on: October 15, 2008

Midnight Walk

Walking through the misty woods,

Peering up at a passioned moon.

Wavering as light hides behind

Darkened doom.

Stationed at the pennacle of light,

Owl lifts his wings in flight.

Feathers sift down to me,

As a invitation to see.

Hallowed ground noisily lies,

As echoes from the woods do sigh.

Whispering to others,

Lest we be heard.

Pushing back a stiffened limb,

All eyes look into the dim.

Frightened screams at minute noise,

Awakening amidst stuffed toys.

Encountering this same dream,

And every night I will scream.

Never to complete this midnight ride,

Beneath loose sheets.

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