Exploring an old farmhouse, as a kid <br />Out of the corner of my eye, it did <br />Moving quickly, out of sight <br />It gave me, such a fright <br />Outside, the sun was high <br />Inside, we heard a sigh <br />Each new room, we went in <br />Forced a battle, to rage within <br />Knowing there was, in this house <br />Something more, than just a mouse <br />Slipping through shadows, with ease <br />Sending words, disguised in the breeze <br />Playing with us, their hide and seek game <br />Hearing the squeak, of an old weather vane <br />Gentle laughter, sometimes we heard <br />Or the call of what sounded, like a bird <br />Maybe we all just imagined, it took place <br />Even the fingers, tracing my face <br />Butterfly kisses, on my cheeks <br />Their gentleness, thought of for weeks <br />I never returned, to the old farmhouse <br />Left it for The Shades and the mouse<br /><br />james d nall,jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shade-4/
