Full Moon, churchyard, black cat

Waiting for the people who are only sometimes human: this is their night, if any night is.

I have seen nothing but the Moon so far, but I hear sound in the distance. The air is very still and the sound of traffic has faded. Is it howling, or screams? Perhaps both. The cat is intent on something I cannot, yet, see.

The church is not locked: I hope the old agreements about sanctuary have not been forgotten by those who may come.

The owls seem very active. Low to the ground I can see moving pairs of red lights. Something is coming.