Door Shadows

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Door Shadows

A shadow looms upon the door,
one I have not seen before;
the door creaks and moves at will
although, without, the winds are still

and window locks must be a deterrent
against an impish sprite of current
as I sit writing verse, with apprehension-
could this be a soul from another dimension

or flippant, precocious poltergeist scampering
about like a coy young Feist ?
Could you be a poet of a by-gone era
that might appear if I peered in a mirror

and have glanced across my shoulder
or dared to venture even bolder
to whisper the illusive phrase I seek
and rendering me your precise critique ?

An eerie chill tingles my spine
as a back fence feline starts to whine;
then wistful serenity touches my chair
for I feel if I turn you will be there