“The Nocturnal Escape”

It follows

The hollow

And the screech

of the meandering

near the gates

of the garden

They inch with a whisper

and a flash of their bones

that control to fit against the wind

and into the light

between the nocturnal agreement

of what should only occur

under the shadows

under a further moon

but it follows

It follows rabid for more

for who recoils

from its touch

all begging for more

for who cowers under the covers

of the shadows

hidden by the glow of the moon

secret away

from the nocturnal control

of what follows,

Hollow

In light

It follows

and it lingers and stays

And night falls again

M.M.