The Peeping Tom

The night road speaks angrily
As I trespass its lonely path
All the chirping and croaking halts
In the murky water culverts
Then, again resumes their sexual songs
As I exit each boggy world

A distant hound barks at my winded scent
Warning all of my approach
Curtained windows hiding soft burning lights
Shadows cross by, some stop and stare
They long for my uncaged freedom

An open barndoor calls for my company
I enter like a cautious thief
Greeted finally by a chewing cow
Finding my place on the soft dry hay

A quarter moon shines through a cobweb
Of a glassless barn window
Moving slowly but precisely
Across the symmetrical strands of silk
Like a primitive timepiece

Something scurries from beneath my haypile
My dialated eyes fixate briefly
Muscles tense with anticipation
A full belly calms my nerves

Such a generous meal at the neighbor's house
They always cook more than they can eat

My motor of happiness lulls me to sleep