Something strange in the air.
Something dangerous. Something close.
Something beckoning you out
into the warm summer night
with bare feet and unruly hair.
But then, under the motion lights, nothing’s there.
Nothing that can be seen.
Nothing that can be shouted at
or scared off with bluff or bluster.
There are only the crickets,
your own rapid breathing,
and a strange, uneasy feeling
that follows you back inside
to creep along beside you
across the starless desert of night.
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