They are not waiting in the rafters for your fears. They do not feed on your hesitancy. Their blackness will not compensate for any mess you've made...
Scouse athletes spar on the unmade road I walk along going to work, on the ridge height of a western Cornish town. I wonder what brought them so far...
A bad omen out of the blue sky. Its silent intent to kill sent it at a screaming angle across the dual carriageway to death itself, so intent on its...