The Unseen by William P. Robertson
They watch us from hazy sunshine
or the glimmers of an eerie moon.
Their footsteps whisper like bat wings;
their growls ripple from foggy woods.
Like the sudden intrusion of sleet,
they scare us with their presence.
They keep us on edge all evening,
embodied in whirlwinds of leaves
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28 April 2010
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