Fear Grows with Age

Fear flares in the temp empty house;
keep the lights on, in all room at night;
lock all the doors after twilight
vanish, from the pine tree tops.

Tour the house and find any possible weapon,
that can be used by an intruder; alas, so many!
kitchen knives and hammers and what not.
First temptation: put them all in a box
and store them in my room. that would be 
funny and inconvenient.
so, just lock the room before going to bed.
thought about a pistol self-defense,
in case the nightmare demon turns real.
considering I don't do well with a gun,
pepper spray would be a better choice.

It seems fear grow with age,
for life gets complex and risky
on the wings of time. moonlight crawls
stealthily across the wooden floor. 

a sudden low call, so low as if from dream.
it's from behind the door. what can it be?
I peep in the hole. nothing's in the hall.
the sounds again. it's from behind the curtain.
outside, lilac shrub branch waves. sigh. 
return to the bed and read; ignore the
mystery call of a thing.
it could be anything; hidden fly, and the like.
think I'll get a little poodle; and
grab the string of sleep. 

©Byung A. Fallgren