by: MissPine
The night two weeks ago was first.
One light flickered, 'twas third post.
Footsteps running from me, I stuttered.
As I turn my head, the dogs barked.
Again it happens two weeks after.
Same thing, third light post flickers.
All I hear is a cricket – louder, nearer.
Abruptly, tell the dogs to stay on guard.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
by: MissPine
The night two weeks ago was first.
One light flickered, 'twas third post.
Footsteps running from me, I stuttered.
As I turn my head, the dogs barked.
Again it happens two weeks after.
Same thing, third light post flickers.
All I hear is a cricket – louder, nearer.
Abruptly, tell the dogs to stay on guard.
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