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[title] => In The Chill Of The Night
[time] => 2003-11-23 08:50:54
[hometext] => A few years back,I had a prowler.This went on for 6 months.I lived alone with my kids and the local blues didnt do a thing.
[bodytext] => In the shadows by the wood pile I heard his staggered breaths The chill that filled my senses Reminded me of death Retreating to the back steps Shivering with fright I could feel his eyes upon me As he hid there in the night I thought about the children So quickly ran inside Checking all the doors and windows Knowing through them he has pryed So dark here on this mountain The stillness usually brings me peace But the night I heard him breathing I was left so ill at ease I could hear his movements along the verandah Those familiar footsteps closing in And in the mornings light I knew I'd see everywhere he'd been I put up a front and wandered through To check on all my kids This creep was messing with my mind But from them I kept it hid I thought to call the local blues But like so many times before I would be told they could not help Unless he set foot through the door Outside,a noise...I heard him there I wondered what he thought As he prowled around in shadows No fear of being caught All through that night I stayed awake My protective instincts were in play And when I saw the morning light I prayed for the night to stay away [comments] => 4 [counter] => 272 [topic] => 31 [informant] => LovingWhispers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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