There are 54 days to Halloween- will you be spending them alone?
I sat at a desk in a dark and chilly study
and watched the fog roll in from Apple Orchard across the road
from where I have lived, all of my life.
The fog moved around the trees, politely
it crept across the lawn silently
it reminded me of my one eared cat stalking it’s prey
before killing it for fun.
The quiet mist slid up to my house, it crawled up the brickwork
and then it clung to my window
and dripped tiny droplets of water
that crackled as they slid down the panes of chilly glass one by one.
I closed my eyes
and then I opened them
and if I blurred them just a little
I knew for certain that the eyeless face, with the jagged teeth
I saw in the window
that the fog had hungrily devoured
RDP Friday: BLEARY