Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Night Terror

S uddenly a high shriek pierces the night.
U nder slumber I fumble for the light.
D eadly still, I listen for the sound,
D arting fearful eyes all around.
E choing voices fill the halls,
N oting the scream which appalls.
L aughing the farmer points out,
“Y ou’ve heard a peacock, no doubt.”

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