The air is crisp and cold , a fresh iceberg lettuce fold You can bite into it
frozen teeth , white
wispy , clouds of exhalation evanescent winter exaltation
two dark shapes shifting In the dark , staring Four eyes , almond shaped relentlessly following ,
Your movements, being watched Someone wheezily screeched You turn and see , head swivelled , looking right at you , unblinking Boring their eyes into you
For a long moment , you stare back , mesmerised , then a distant bark and wings stretch and flutter other of the pair , mutter
Another warning screech and they have flown out of my reach Into a grey sky , dawn
A witching hour they say when ghouls old souls prowl and prey
Not today . I just made friends with two acquaintance(s) Made my day
They live in a hole In my outer wall With their voices of concern mimicking my conscience
They fly , plummet screech , skyrocket all the moves all my loves
As I sit on my porch and watch Like a dream peddler In a wheelchair
I sell my dreams to the skies and watch the realms rent asunder with pleas
whoops and shrieks couple of lovable freaks My birds , my owls Ghouls , old souls .
a fresh iceberg lettuce fold
You can bite into it
evanescent winter exaltation
In the dark , staring
Four eyes , almond shaped
relentlessly following ,
Someone wheezily screeched
You turn and see , head swivelled ,
looking right at you , unblinking
Boring their eyes into you
mesmerised , then a distant bark
and wings stretch and flutter
other of the pair , mutter
and they have flown
out of my reach
Into a grey sky , dawn
when ghouls
old souls
prowl and prey
I just made friends
with two acquaintance(s)
Made my day
In my outer wall
With their voices of concern
mimicking my conscience
screech , skyrocket
all the moves
all my loves
and watch
Like a dream peddler
In a wheelchair
to the skies
and watch the realms
rent asunder with pleas
couple of lovable freaks
My birds , my owls
Ghouls , old souls .