Nightlife, country style
In the depths of the night, I hear something scurrying. A scratchy sound outside the bedroom window. Something in the garden. A movement on the outdoor table. I get up and peer into the blackness but can’t see anything. I think about getting a torch but already I can’t hear the noise anymore. I get back into bed. Now I hear it again. I wonder what it is.
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