I look out the door

And it’s there no more.

What could it be?

Someone’s here for me.

Its lurking in the trees

Or maybe it’s in the peas;

It knocks at night

Giving me much fright.

Could it be a bear?

Or just the air?

I sit and stare

Calm and in prayer.

I begin to prepare

If it dares,

And I dredge

With my hand on knife’s edge.