Three Faces Of Fear 1 - Dread

Three Faces of Fear 1 - Dread Did I leave that window open? I do not remember the breeze Moving through the curtains so, Blowing with wind fingers, Dropping to the floor below. What is that threshing sound Coming from my daughter's room? Why do the shadows move As if disturbed from quiet talk? Wherefore do they walk - elongate Within this place of evening, Inviting an investigation? Why their sharp delineation When there is no moon? I have woken from my drowsy sleep Too soon. I must compose my mind. When I arise, I shall not see A disturbing thing. Nevertheless, I fear what Midnight deep shall bring. Carl Estrin