I sit on my porch.
the sunset masquerading as sign to others.
my rocking chair dealing out decibels that ignite the surroundings cornfields.
As night crept up on the patrons of civilization.
we lit the torch.
dancing into the woods behind the farmhouse, without any bother.
Chirps and Whoots, crisped my ears like moonlight searching for soulless victims: exclusively satans deal.
through the woods, and past the stars.
Into darkness the flew with ruthless glee.
in the morning, the pack will come to see.
what they, decided to feed, was nothing that shrieked, Nor did it bleed.
For what they devoured was nobody but....me.
