the hoot of the owl
echoing in my ears
warning me of waning time.
the slithering snake
beckons me to stay away
from venturing on my own.
the grumpy lady next door
with a smirk on her lips
curses me in her mind.
the hoot, the slithering, the smirk -
all eerie fears,
feasting on my vulnerable mind
sending out omens
I never knew existed,
enslaving me forever in forged tentacles of time!
