Living too Close to Neighbors. This peacock that was close to our house made a high pitched-whistling sound one night and was blamed on its whistle for waking me up in the dead of my sleep and breaking my dreams apart, making me shake. When it was really a prowler of the imposter kind, said he knew me ,saying things weren’t like I said there were, when he took an hour glass to my soul with his drugs and untruths. Wrong judgmental evaluating. Any dirt he could find on me, he was there. screwing in an ultra sonic electronic device generator by my window and set it off to whistle and whirr like the music of the peacock. But the peacock was stronger than anyone could think. It stood tall strutting its beautiful florescent feathers, Said, “I’m innocent!” and took off to another’s neighbor house where she was appreciated.. The prowler? He is still at bay with his monkey tricks..❤
Arts and Writing by Sherry 