Dover Demon
The Elusive Watcher in the April Woods
You saw me. You didn’t blink. Now what?
I don’t haunt. I appear. In the wet chill of a Massachusetts night, between the hum of wires and the rustle of thawing leaves, I watched. Not hungry. Not angry. Just here. And then, just gone.
What I'm Into: roadside ditches, apple bark, flickering headlights, quiet April nights, orange eyes
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