RDP Thursday: PANDEMONIUM
George A. Weymouth
The air was quiet
the sky was quiet
the birds were not singing
the wind clung to the trees and said, ” shhh “
” Can you hear it? ” my dog’s eyes asked me
” Can you feel it? ” my cat purred
” What I asked? “
” The screams from the house down the road. ” they said.
” I do not not hear anything, “I said. ” I cannot feel anything” I insisted
coming from the house down the road
that I have been moving towards on the same day, at the same moment
with my cat and my dog
since time fled from me and life left me
after we met that faceless traveler
on this road we will never reach the end of,
all of those years ago.