Bird

The terror of discovering this is not easy to describe: ten minutes before, when I first walked past this place it was not there. Whoever or whatever made it is close at hand. In peripheral vision I see – what? – I don't know: dark shapes which are never there when I look directly. It must be my mind playing tricks on me. It must be. And the sound of the crows overhead: is it crows?

This one I left: I felt that its maker was close by and destroying the thing might cause it – he? she? – annoyance, with perhaps dreadful consequences.