the night comes over our town, grants us darkness.
slowly a deer makes its rustling way
through the brush and over the rocks, crushing
the flowers and releasing their summer scent.
i shut out the fears that the unseen fawn is yet a ghost,
is yet an evil man, planning formidable plans.
i am unlocked.
all the safety measures i have been taught
are wide open, as i wait for the cat
to come back– follow the deer scent home.
out in the night i follow the sounds,
my heart races against my eyes darting through the dark.
it is quiet but the violin bow touching a guitar
and the drums made out of rocks and a man
from Iceland singing me to sleep.
it is quiet and i hear the cat remind me
that he loves me more than he loves the deer,
more than he loves the night, more than words.