Hi there! I hope you enjoy this short poem I wrote this evening.
Crickets chirp;
The woodland gives off a dissonant hum,
A slighting reverberation in the evening air,
Pitched just
A little too high,
For conscious hearing, and so,
Discomfort drifts,
Pricking up the hairs on the back of your neck
And you’re not sure why.
A Teacup Full of Stories 