Uncivilized.
Night has arrived now from other places
with uncivilized black crouched in silence.
Fox interrupts with shrieks of impatience
as some crafty victim out-paces his guile.
Hungry owl sits on window ledge, staring
and screams at phantoms as his prey drops.
An un-dead sprite whines, as if preparing
to raise dread before my heartbeat stops.
Fearful this feeling without much of candle
near lightless I pan to catch rustling shapes.
As day succumbs and chamber left lampless
From dreaming I rouse and make my escape.