She couldn’t quite shake it
that sense
that things were
out of place …
disturbed
another dead bird
on the deck
strange depressions
in the meadow grass
shadows crossing the
field of a moonlit night
unfamiliar animal tracks
on the road near the house
the growl of her dog
when there was nothing in sight
anxious days
led to sleepless nights
allowing irrational fears
to creep inside her mind
perplexed, she packed her bags
leaving the
disturbed things
behind
I’m unraveled by disturbances, and don’t get me started on irrational fears!
I hope all is okay Sue, and this is just a metaphor.
Sending love your way xoxoxox
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I’m doing well, Ally. But I did make the six hour drive back to western Washington to stay with my husband. When he retires next year we’ll both be on the property full time. Hugs❤️
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It’s not easy being away from him I’m sure, it makes sense now. xoxoxo
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A day for poems about real. Love the poem and I hope all is well.
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Thanks, Bill. Traveled back to western Washington yesterday and planning to stay here until Scott retires next year. We’ll make monthly trips to the property together on his long weekends off. Hope all is well with you😊
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