Bzzz

I can hear their humming from a nearby apple tree. Always, when I turn off the lights and light up the desk lamp on the night table, I can hear them knocking on the window. Yet again, they want to come in. It freaks me out a bit, they come for the light, they come to stare, but all they can see is their own reflection in the window. I always hear their eager 

knocking, I sense their presence.

They too want to know, what’s behind 

the mirror.

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2018. Silver.