NIGHT SHADOWSThe closet door opens slowly with a mournful creak of unused hinges. Shadows crowd into the room like eager children, each one vying for position. Shapes cling to the walls with resilient tenacity, movement a whispered invocation. They slide across ceiling, melt along hardwood floors and emerge between cracks. They come to me, my anxious friends, their depthless eyes open in the smothering night. Dark maws of desire open and close in fulsome festivity. My toys, abandoned artifacts in the dark, shift restlessly across the floor, shield button eyes from deeds unseen as soft secrets fill the night, their voices lonely with fright.
Who will love them? I wonder. These shadows. Who will frolic with them in the night when the moon rises like an anxious lover above the stalks of stra
