My Starry Night

I watch from my site
which is rockin' chair upon my aunt's porch
Stars mounted high in the navy sky
Kings from centuries gone by.
All I smell is wood and stain
Round barrels rolled up cut from fields of dried hay
Soldiers resting after a summer war against sun and wind
And I think

First of the emptiness of the world
Second of the Stars
Many more than can be seen near the city sky
Legions of layers and different shades.
Yellows – Bright or Pale. Pinks – Yellowed or Silvered.

Lost in the view
Alone and somehow completely at peace.
In the grand scheme of things,
I am still a part of it all
sitting here in a wooden rockin chair.

The Doodle?

In the corner of my reading notes
there is a little ball of fire.
He is pressed between the red line
and the paper end.

He drew himself there
when I wasn't looking.
Truly, I don't know
how he got there.

It must have happened sometime
while I was in the bathroom.
The spot that should be his hair
is sharp and flickering.

And two round eyes and one harsh smile
stare up at me waiting.
I don't know what he wants
But I am starting to get scared.

Who knows what he can do,
he was just suddenly there.
Oh No! He just disappeared
while I was writing here.

I am officially scared.