The Tracks Outside My Window
The alarm rings a seven o’clock and I begin to rub my head,
I quickly turn it off and notice my wife has left the bed.
Out my window I can see tracks in the freshly fallen snow,
I wonder who could have made them and where do they go?
Perhaps I’ll put my boots on, make a trek to find the answer,
I wonder if my wife will join me… I’ll go downstairs and ask her.
When I get to the bottom step I notice a look in her eyes,
She is sitting on the couch and ignores my replies.
I sit next to her and ask if she wants to join me,
She appears flustered and asks “why do you have to see?”
I quickly run to the closet to get my coat and hat,
As I’m leaving I turn to her, “I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”
After hours of following the tracks I hear a strange hum,
Notice a shinny object where the sound is coming from.
It looks very strange like nothing I’ve seen before,
A dish with a slanted platform and a large sliding door.
After about twenty minutes I see a figure appear,
As it comes through the door it clearly can sense my fear.
Wearing a large hood, it pivots its head towards me,
Not knowing what to do, I quickly begin to flee.
I suddenly feel something grasping around my waist,
I fall to the snow, which quickly covers my face.
The next thing I sense I’m being carried to the ship,
I try to get away but cannot escape its grip.
I wake up on a bed and see in utter amazement,
There are only beautiful woman who release a heavenly scent,
But the one closest to me is holding a large knife,
Suddenly the door opens and there is standing my wife.
I get up quickly grab her arm and hold her by the door,
“She is my wife,” I scream, “I’ll love her forevermore.”
We jump from the craft and run through the snowy lawn,
All the tracks disappear and the ship suddenly… gone.
I slowly turn around and find myself alone with the trees,
I then look up and all I feel is a soft gentle breeze.
After almost 24 hours of walking I finally find my home,
As I enter the door and look inside, I realize I live alone.
I sadly sit in the chair and put my hands in my head,
Slowly take off my coat and hat, and then go to bed.
For I’ve been told many times, I do this after every snow.
I go outside… and follow the tracks outside my window.
By: Greg Stanley
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