The wind is calm tonight,
stars are out, the moon is high.
Shadows fall distorting images
-caught in reflected light.
Curtains stir and shades are drawn;
the final show for the day is done.
A screeching cry disturbs the silence,
a cat dashes out of the old armory.
I wonder what scared it...There it is,
a man caught in the pale glow of the night.
My heartbeat quickens, it's weird-
how a shadow can look so weathered.
I start to shut and lock the door,
then realize the moon is casting reflection-
of a scarecrow, across the armories stone surface.
The darkness which lies before me
is dreamlike...another world
revealed in the night. A dream
which has a seedier side-
A place where we struggle and
take flight from ignorance,
unaware that those very shadows
will eventually fall across our home.
Then, just as I had watched the windows
across the street, those shadows
will put on a show for someone else-
Someone staring out their door,
...watching my windows~