A car slowly drove into the small square
eight bungalows situated there.
Elderly residents dwelled within the walls
stopping outside number two.
Four sat bleary-eyed one a teenage girl
the smoke did thickly swirl!
For a laugh decided to come here for fun
decided to come for a run.
Their eyes drawn to the place next door
all they could see was a shape.
Not bothered they were being observed
making themselves heard!
Started throwing their rubbish all about
having fun no doubt.
Expecting police would have been called
it was part of the buzz.
None of them cared who they agitated
the excitement it accelerated!
Drinking and smoking no intention to go
like putting on a show.
But their gaze drawn back to the window
to the silhouette there.
A chill surged threw their bodies it was clear
time to get out of here!
A presence they could not really understand
was very close at hand!
The Foureyed Poet.