Bellevue, NE, Sarpy
I Knew I Was Not Alone
by © Richard Budig 1997
I watched, concealed in the shadows,
As a blazing harvest moon raised itself
Above the rooftops of my little town,
Casting itís hot light upon the cold grass,
beckoning to me, calling to me,
Seducing me to come out,
To reveal myself and my hiding place.
I was tempted, but in that split second,
Just before seduction lulls to sleep its prey,
I felt, more than saw, the rustle of electrons,
And I knew . . . I knew I was not alone.
And so I held my place in the deepening shadows
Of a kindly and embracing old blue spruce
As I watched the bloody predator-moon
Trundle on, stalking silently across the sky
Looking for other little boys trudging home
After dark from the neighborhood grocery,
A half gallon of milk leaking quietly
Into the shadows cast by the old spruce,
And by me as I crouched and shivered there.