The Face In the Window

Many years have passed on by since the 'happening' on that night. Long before huge bigfoot feet were causing such a fright. A humid eve and very warm, yet simply summer fare. I'd left the draperies open to let in late cool night air. My spouse was in the land of nod with me not far behind. That feeling one gets just before sleep makes the mind go blind. But something caused me waken and I did so with a start. The lump I felt deep in my throat was the pounding of my heart. For peering through my window and pressed up against the screen, Was a face of neither man nor beast, but something in between. And was I fully on my game; I think I might have fled, But reflex over came my fear, as I lurched from out my bed. And in that following instant, lacking reason, rhyme or grace; I grabbed the draperies in my hands and slammed them in its face. Next I raced from out the room and every light got lit. Collapsed with heart still pounding to ignite my cigarette. I used my freshly muddled mind to think about the sight. This creature need be nine feet tall to peer inside that night. I reasoned with myself the facts, contained within the scene And then convinced my addled brain, it had to be a dream No way could I describe him, nor for all the years to come. But when I learned of bigfoot; I surmised it might be one. I kept the 'happening' to myself, so not to scare my sons, As summer slowly strolled on by with blaze of fall to come. Then nearly two weeks later; I was awakened in the night, As the screaming of my oldest son, was subjected to my fright. A face peered in his window, even though his bunk was tall. The creature was the one I’d seen, same face, great height and all. My son is now a granddad with slight memory of that time; The summer of the creature thing, when he was eight or nine. With all those years behind me; I still wonder what took place? In the open bedroom window, with that awful bigfoot face. © 2015 Diane Lefebvre