Hiding Behind the Trees

As the sun sets and the stars come out, things begin to lurk in the protective dark. I wonder what is hiding behind the trees. Long, leafy branches swing around and cover the suspicious creative behind the tree trunk. I shine my headlights on the lawn and I break the absence of light. I find nothing, just the wind blowing through the leaves. I cut my headlights, step out of my car, and walk to the entrance of my home. At night, I worry. I worry for the safety of my car. For little I know, a looming car stealer hides behind the trees.


(my attempt on creative writing. hope it's not too bad.)