picture credit ~ Natalia Drepina
Daytime turns darkness night
Cemetery iron gates closed and locked
As visitors of loved ones return to their homes
Deceased inhabitants begin to stir within their graves
Stealthily countless hands penetrate freshly mowed grass
Sounds e’er creepy unknown heard scare late night walkers
Void of flashlights unable to capture a pic or quick view all
Passersby disturbed flee scared to death an understatement
Unseen shaking to and fro hands those gone before us
Participating in nightly ritual private dance unimaginable
No invitations nor R.S.V.P. s sight unseen prior to initiation rites
Sorority members this group reserved for those led life via guiding light.
Friend sit with me hold my hand
Chit-chat smile meditate breathe
Tired from an eight-hour work day the prominent CEO nearing the end
of his nightly commute couldn’t believe what appeared to be a possible
breaking and entering into a cute pink cottage located close to the end
of the cul-de-sac.
Slowly he continued driving his Porsche at a slow rate of speed then
parked between two cars directly across from the small house trying
hard not to arouse suspicion although intent on fulfilling his duty as
a member of the neighborhood watch.
The exhausted man proceeded to clean his eyeglasses since a barefoot
woman wearing a dress climbing through an open attic window left him
in a state of disbelief.
A quick glance to the right and in full view he noticed his long-time friend
standing watching the female’s antics from the window slightly beneath.
What on earth?
The alarm clock sounds – dream’s over – time to get ready for a day’s work.
Picture credit: Brooke DiDonato