Unsought company
An essay or a poem…
They lurk day and night. Unlike our windows, they are uncovered. When we open our blinds, they are there. When we close our blinds, they are there. A cat sits on one of the windows. A dog is caged by the other window. These figures and the windows ever present, are fixated on our windows.
We close our blinds.
We open our blinds.
We close our blinds.
We open our blinds.
We close our blinds yet again.
We open our blinds one more time.
They are still there.
We wonder, what do they look at?
We ponder, what do they want to say?
The constant lurking ceases not. The absence of covers exposes all.
We wake up and they are there.
We go to bed and there they are.
We open our blinds half way.
We question this company.
We mourn the loss. The loss of carelessness. The loss of our un preoccupied living. The loss of the light we once cherished.
The blinds half way open, the light dimmer, it all feels smaller.
There is still a cat and a dog sitting by the three lurking windows. They never go away.