Eerie Night September 11, 2020

It's an eerie night out here tonight on my porch.
The frogs are there, and The crickets, and the locusts, but there's something different.
The night sky glowers pink-orange. . Not really strange, because there are pink street lights beyond The trees, but it's not The usual color, even when clouds are hanging low.
There are strange Shadows flickering throughout the yard. In the flower beds right in front of me. Along the front of the building on the left side of the yard. On The cars in The parking lot to my right.
The Shadow's wander The alley and appear from behind and alongside the houses.
They peek.
They scamper.
They scurry from here to there.
Lights and reflections wink and blink.
Things move.
Things rock, wiggle, twitch.
The wind blows gently but not unusually. It seems a night like many others.
And yet.
The night choir sings on and on.
The pink sky outlines the trees clearly.
And Shadows creep across the street and dart through the yard.
It may be The wind.
It is probably the wind.
But it bothers me, this night time out here.
And I am letting it chase me back inside.
For now.
Good night crickets.

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