I hear a whistle

this morning

on my walk

And I plummeted

down a

deep well

Jeers

around a

bonfire

Embers snap

and the

clink of glass

beer bottles

inspires fear

The flames

lashing

the black

night air

What happens

next

I won’t

go there

My spine

alert to

the terror

The road

caves

beneath

my feet

until I

hear

another

whistle

Incomprehensible

sounds

Evil approaches

A coded language

only I can hear

Can’t anyone hear

the screams?

Crimson

maple leaf

caught in my

hair by the

wind –

The sun shines

again

I’m back on

the street

walking

my dog

Under an

unforgiving

sky