"Round Corners

Dusk moves into darkness. Creeping along the path up to the old barn door...rusty hinges squeal and squeak. We hold our breath. Daring each other, peeking 'round corners up to the loft through cobwebs rewoven, over to the window. Broken and jagged panes. Now huddled together with our hair tucked into baseball caps, three more pairs of eyes watching. Then a sudden stirring from the rafters. One by one bats glide through that window out into the moonlit sky.


sunrise gleans the sky
a shiny red truck
left in the sandbox