when the light departs the windows
it becomes part of nature,
false it draws out creatures
whose eyes only glitter under the moon,
around cabin walls
muffled voices thrum,
unseen inside a feast has started,
once beckoned by sleep
bedding kicked aside,
they needed to eat
opening refrigerator meat and bread
spread out,
odors of flesh and hunger,
beyond others scent, hear and salivate,
only residence for miles
a human space ever so small,
the prowling few draw closer,
inside man feeds woman,
woman smiles,
kisses and eating
a harvest of solitary confinement
as any creature feeding at night,
that delicious feeling of morsels
passing lips swallowing easily
sweetened with wine,
a lust without blood
and once done
will disperse the light
return wilderness to darkness,
find a fulfilled entwine of sleep
night prevails
and the creatures move on
eyes glitter no more
Loved your post with picture. I can see this in my minds eye Thanks for the great read.
Scary, but satisfying!
WOW!
Fantastic banishing ritual for the demon of hunger, Bravo !
This reader also appreciates the “meanderings of your mind.”
Thank you Sue
awesome ! such areal view of a forest sort .. like watching images come alive
Flesh and hunger…delicious write…
Thanks Tess
Wonderful journey through ideas.
interesting narrative version
Wonderful images
Thank you Polly glad you liked the meanderings of my mind hope all is well