Autumnal Glories pt II

The very shadows are sibilant with the ominous hiss!! of the Unknown...
whispering...
speaking to that spot in our souls that knows its own utter ignorance...

The clouds rushing over the face of the moon send darkness darting into the corners of our eyes...
"What was that?"
"I don't know."

A scuttling beneath the hedge
keens the ear,
draws the eye implacably, unwillingly,
wide iris ringed in white fear.

A shiver of terror prompts leaden feet to run!
Quickly, gain the security of the warm, well-lit room!
Stand in abashed relief,
having escaped the dark unknown.