There'sa strangeness in the air.
It'salmost undetectable; but it's there.
It'sin the tint of the fall light,
It’sa murmur in the night.
Youcan feel it crawling up your spine,
Yourhair stands up like a sign.
Aprimordial sense of feeling
Thatat night, sets you thinking.
Tossing,turning as it comes stealing,
Intoyour dreams and leaves you reeling.
It'sa warning to beware,
Thisstrangeness in the air.
Ifyou choose not to heed its warning,
Youmight wake up one sunny morning.
Tofind all you loved and cherished gone,
Tothe strange before the dawn.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull
11/4/01