Are the sleeping world as it settles
A humming light socket or creaking
Shoulders of wooden chairs the wind
Roaring beyond draughty window panes
And sudden paw shuffling of the dog
Dreaming below the bed or the shifting
Of legs beneath these sheets the shift
Of the iron bed with its metal wheeze
And a flash of wind catches and draws
The blinds and dances around corners
A spirit has entered the animals turn
At the thing and it’s gone all over about
The room as the blinds still click and a
Few drops touch the glass perhaps the
Plants will be fed tonight the wind quiet
For now and by my knees the cat curls up.
Scag 