Cold Air Whispers
Cold air whispers,
Passed your ear,
Was warm a second ago,
Where did the chill come from?
Just like the click of your fingers,
It disappears,
Looking over your shoulder,
All around,
Strange you think,
Like wondering eyes,
You feel,
Taping on the window,
Nothing there,
Maybe it’s the branch of the tree,
Paranoia in the daylight,
Then you carry on,
Until the strange day is gone,
And you are not alone.