Voyeur

Over and Under

Crawdad Nelson
Share

This article was published on 09.15.11.

In each night's utter solitude, owls float in with
one strict message: seek cover or die.
Deep in the city sky, airplanes pace, growl, and
slowly ascend into heaven. Cops in blue
jumpsuits ride atop fondling searchlights,
sweeping dainty backyard secrets, in hot,
hot pursuit. While behind closed doors we all
hope something deadly and sexual
will happen.

Published by Crawdad Nelson

I'm a student, journalist, naturalist and forager. I've worked in a variety of occupations, from greenchain puller to small magazine editor, sometimes more than one at a time.  View profile

To comment, please sign in to your Yahoo! account, or sign up for a new account.