Whispers in the night, even in the day

call, challenge, even drive.

Concepts blown on the wind,

images form and reform,

until one dominates the view

His back was slightly hunched, as if he used those muscles in ways most people don't. His neck seemed long as he stretched to look at you more closely, in an almost predatory way. His hair was unkempt and wild, coming to points above his ears. And, he seemed to always scowl, sitting on his front porch in the old neighborhood, as if guarding something.

It began nearly 50 years ago,

a song on the radio.

A lament certainly,

a tragedy in education definitely.

Indoctrination!

Ghostly it seems

Glimpsed in the dark

Snow falling in large flakes

Painting shifting shadows

Across the twilit land

Breeze gently pushing tall grass

Birds chirping nearby in trees and bushes

Young doe leaping gracefully across the path

No cares, simply joy in the day

A friendly wren poses for a selfie, looking for grubs,

A pause, to take a breath.