Right now something
passes on the sidewalk outside my window.
A skittering scratchy kind of sound
like a twig caught in the hub of a bicycle wheel,
dragging unevenly on the ground.
When I first heard it around the corner
instinct cocked my head to listen
froze my breath
before I could be detected by breathing
despite the solid wall and closed window
between me and
In the first instant of hearing
I knew a twig in a bicycle wheel
and through the
and even now I can’t describe what
imagination thought it might have been,
to freeze my breath in terror.
Poem by Annie Jadin, speakingvoiceless.wordpress.com.