I enter my buddy’s house.
It wears a deserted look.
Is there anyone at all? I yell
I encounter a silence.
Called once again,
Face a quietude.
I go back.
A sound stops me.
The sound is shrill. Not a man’s
I move in haste.
Could be a ghost? I presume.
I run.
The voice echoes
through the avenue. I hold on.
Nothing inauspicious in the lineup.
Concerned, I go onward.
The expression is a wee behind.
Terrified, I sit down in a corner.
The voice trails.
My heart pounds.
A parrot nudges close.
I attempt to fondle her.
She talks incessantly.
Is this not the one I heard so long?
I chuckle. Crazy
.
