sun caressed cobwebs linger affectionately
inside the creaking house
where wind whistles like a train
who howled like that last night?
barely above a whisper
echoing through the staircase,
rooftop,
and darkness
trucks pass by on the highway,
planes overhead roar
underneath it all
a high pitched moan
shimmers on an endless loop inside
your now wide awake mind






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April 4, 2009 at 9:09 pm
Linda Jacobs
Ooh, tantalizing! Makes me wonder about that moan on an endless loop! I like it!