“Waiting at midnight for something, some…” by Elizabeth Hawk
Waiting
And listening at midnight
It’s almost silent
The only noises are that of the old house
It’s almost tomorrow
No one else is awake as you silently
Gaze outside onto the gently lit street
Anything could happen
Thoughts flow into your
Mind like clouds on a breezy day
It’s 11: 58 according to your alarm clock
Darkness surrounds you like a haze
Not true darkness but the
Gentle darkness that
Holds you at night
That holds while you fall asleep
Fright is not a hold of you
Only curiosity and
Refuge of the dark
Slight creak
Otherwise nothing at
Midnight
The
House
Is almost silent
Nothing moves nothing except the
Graceful movement of your feet sliding down the windowsill
,It’s 12:04 at night
Something moves
Outside
Materializing in the dark just out of sight in the corner of your
Eye like it always does at midnight…