..............3WW ........... stroke, summer, leave
in the middle of the hot summer night,
moon behind the cloud sheds orange light,
dancing fireflies are in a perpetual flight.
tired, harried and hungry I arrive alone,
looking for a place to rest my tired bones.
midst of nowhere, i see a house of stone.
eerie silence permeates the surroundings.
the sudden stroke of the clock enhancing
the hush. massive clouds look seemingly
like phantoms playing without any care.
inside the house, virtually no one to share
hastily i leave, as staying there; I don’t dare!