Keeping Distance Poem by Connetta Jean

The old house
tucked away in time..
seemed to be
trying to hide.
I did not invade
her space this day....
maybe it was
nervous thoughts
of snakes and mice
(and things not so nice)
that kept me
keeping my distance..
i have come to trust
my first impressions...
the sky promiced rain,
as i sat upon the huge rock
with my camera.
i could see
small animals
looking out windows...
watching me
as if checking to see
what i was doing...
Dodging my harmless
Just missed shots...
Birds cried out
from the trees
as if awaiting
my departure..
They say a old man
who lives by the county line
brings them cracked corn
and scraps......