A poetic treat for Halloween. A poem of midnight in the backwoods and the haints who call it home.
Yellow eyes blink, reappear
A single hoot
Wings expand and lift
Rush of air
Silence
Full moon shines
Above a forest
With hidden stills
And haints,
Long forgotten
Fences stand longer
Than the hands
Who cut and hammered,
Lived and left,
A memory
Croaking frogs
Carrying on so
The babble of water
Its tones
Whisper
Menagerie of stars
Twinkling
In aged eyes
An old woman
Remembers
Rocking chair creaks
Against wide boards
Back and forth
No one there
But a spirit
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