Cobweb Canto

My gaze has been there a moment
Long enough for dust to settle
On my eye lashes
Before I turn and crunch
The fresh spread
Of dead leaves
That lead me
Back to the porch.
Your silhouette is draped
On the thin spires of grass
Near your resting place
On the front lawn
You whimper laconic and low
And I stop.
Pressing my ear to the ground
I know now
What you've been doing
Out of your bed
Late at night
In the house
Where we shed our skin