October Night Poem by Joseph Lacerenza

While walking home late one night
I listened to the leaves playing with the limbs to my fright


Leaves plucking at limbs as if they were strings

the rosined bow across a violin


to join in comes the hoot of an owl

the night is really set to howl


while walking I could not HELP but say

who are you after this night in his way


an Echo came back YOU! , , YOU!


I froze and looked about and the owl asked who?

the wind thru the tree's replied YOU! , , YOU! !


My eyes rolled and my knee's twitched

what kind of windy hell is this bitch


I looked about and heard only the wind

I began to walk and it started in


I said WHO are YOU?

the tree's replied YOU! , , YOU!


My eyes opened and thru the window of my room

I could see the MOON! , , the MOON!