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Just The Wind
It’s just the wind and nothing more that caused the creaking of my door.
And the scraping on the window glass is just a tree the wind harassed.
Then it wakes me from a dream, one from which I nearly scream.
I lie in bed and look around, breathing slowly, not a sound.
It’s just the wind and nothing more.
If it’s just the wind and nothing more, then what’s that sniffing at my door?
I hear it clearly as it snorts, as if questioned it retorts.
Then there’s scratching on the floor, it’s just a mouse and nothing more.
Then I hear it growling wild, I hide in bed as though a child.
Just the wind upon the trees creaking loudly in the breeze.
It’s just the wind and nothing more.
I feel as though I’m not alone, and yet I know I’m on my own.
In the kitchen something stirs, then I hear it as it purrs.
It’s just the cat that I adore, the problem is the cat’s no more.
Buried in the dirt out back, wrapped within a plastic sack.
It’s just the wind and nothing more.
Suddenly to my surprise, I see a pair of glowing eyes.
Merely a reflected moon, through the double glass it’s strewn.
I breathe a sigh and hear a meow, it’s not the wind, I know that now.
I slowly sit up in my bed and yell out loud “my cat is dead!”
Sitting still I listen hard, the thrumming rain I disregard.
It’s just the wind and nothing more.
In the distance thunder roars, my eyes get heavy ever more.
And as my fears are soon forgotten, I start to smell something rotten.
Rotten to the very core, just a scent upon the wind and nothing more.
Asleep for minutes, maybe seconds, I awake as something beckons.
Something touched me very gently, holding still I wait intently.
It was just a subtle tease through the window of the breeze.
It’s just the wind and nothing more.
If it’s just the wind more, then why the sniffing at my door?
What was purring, scratching, stirring?
Why the overwhelming smell, instead of fading it seems to dwell.
Now there’s no dismissing as I hear a throated hissing.
It’s just the wind, it cannot be, for yesterday I buried thee.
It’s just the wind and nothing more.
In truth I made but one mistake, I never meant your life to take.
It was just a heated spat, in truth I never had a cat.
You were the best thing in my life, my one and only loving wife.
I’m haunted by your lifeless eyes, the ones I saw at your demise.
Tonight I’m wracked with hate and guilt, my soul feels empty to the hilt.
Now leave me be so I’ll forget, forget the day we ever met.
It’s just the wind and nothing more.
