It’s Dark in the Park
A twilight stroll
in the hinterland of a central park
is a curious place, of moving shadows
and shades of grey.
Footsteps echo along paths.
Snickering couples in the dark.
A flashlight from park control,
highlights a pooch on cruise control.
It’s a time of light inversely proportional to volume.
The evening chorus of deafening birds,
crickets and frogs create a cacophony
somehow in symphony.
Creatures from horror movies enter the mind.
Breathe quickens under glittering eyes
hidden in bushes of various size.
Foxes, rabbits or dogs, it’s hard to say;
it could just be a couple of gays.
You speed up but hear your tail gather pace.
Is it a serial killer or a giant nut-seeking squirrel?
You can’t wait and dash towards the gate!
© Tania Dias