I was scared to death by a snap in the night,
\nso I laughed like a madman,
\nwhistled like a train
\nand stopped at the trestle.
\nAnd like the night and everything in it,
\nI listened for the unfamiliar sound,
\nto sound again,
\nand there was nothing there.
\nNothing to be afraid of,
\njust a sound out of harmony with other sounds,
\nthat reverberate, contributing to
\nthe white noise of crickets and katydids.<\/p>\n
How many times do I jump at things
\nthat aren\u2019t there, that don\u2019t fit,
\nthat peek from behind doors
\nand leave their shadows on the wall,
\nand I blame the good earth for its living?
\nFor filling dead space with something
\nto be afraid of, to laugh at,
\nand whistle,
\nlest I drop dead from fear
\nat the sound of a flower opening.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was scared to death by a snap in the night, so I laughed like a madman, whistled like a train and stopped at the…<\/p>\n