Two birds are screaming in the sky.
Hawks or eagles, I can’t see why.
Unsettling, alarming, chills me to the bone,
Like the kettle whistling it’s screeching tone.
Then the owl hoots, the little bird twitters
Soft, soothing sounds to calm out my gitters.
I know everything will be all right,
I can see my surroundings in this light.
But those screams keep taunting my shivers
Remnants of a past, ruffling delicate feathers.
My logic tells me there is no reason to fear what I do,
Yet the eerie feeling remains, soaked in sweat now too.