secret window

catefrances

the wind outside
rattles the glass
like some demon
trying to get inside
to claim a fallen soul.
the house creaks
bending so as not to break.
the branches of an old oak
scrape against the weatherboards
and cast shadows against a far wall
through an uncovered window.
the moon hangs high in the sky
illuminating at half strength
the night where sins are cleansed
as more are committed.