I dream of days gone by,
Barefoot sunsets,
Cool grass and mud between my toes.

Bats swoop overhead,
as an owl makes herself known.

The sun is almost gone.

Tree frogs,
clinging to the side of the pool,
call out to friends.

The waters cold fingers,
wrap my body,
Daytime heat still lingers.

The forests edge,
is just out of sight in the darkness,
Something heavy walks there.

Leaves rustle,
a stick breaks,
fear creeps into my mind.

I am not alone.