THE VENTS

A cantankerous clanking clamored throughout my ceiling. 

Eyes eerily watched me as the rooster crowed eagerly in the early morn.

They followed my every step, tracking every movement, every breath, while I dealt with the cumbersome feeling.

Alone, I stepped slowly throughout the house as a howl emanated from the vents on my early mourn.

In this eerie, early morn of mourns, I inspected my home with my mind filled with the miraculous and the macabre.

In this forlorn morn I furiously fret to face the frights before me as well as my troubled yesterday.

Adorned in black I peered through my front door, as I heard the knob turn to the drum of my heart's throb.

I saw no robber, mauler, or marauder, but I heard a sharp rustling overhead, much to my dismay.

I shivered while I felt a stupendous supernatural presence that for certain was spatiotemporal. 

The visceral vacancy of my home was now ended by the vibrations in the vents!

Footsteps, I swear I heard them along with a screech that was surely oral.

I looked upwards to the cold vents and saw a pair of eyes ill in their intent. 

No longer a feeling, I lay neath the vents nervously with the neurotic knowledge that a pair of eyes were peering into my soul.

Red, rough, rabid, the eyes looked at me as if they were imagining ravaging my body in their rampaged state.

I tried to scream but nothing came out as I started to smell something that must have been indole.

In my panic I crawled to my room, closed the door and locked it to ensure I was safe. 

In a tactic I sought to enact, I talked myself down with the task of finding an end to this mysterious trickery. 

In an effort to rid the bairn within, I grabbed a blueish bat from under my bed so I could baith bonk the bustling intruder, and end the bamboozlement!

Surely it couldn't be paranormal, supernatural, or something of the mind's swindling miseries.

I prayed logic would save the day, and I would find my house vacant.

I left my room and grabbed the ladder from the shed. 

I took a hearty breath in and positioned it under the vent. 

I climbed it with anxiety in my bones, "What could be up here?" I thought, filled with dread.

I opened the vent, put my head inside and saw something that ended my infernal torment!

It was Max, my pet bird, trapped in there somehow!

"Max, you're alive!" I shouted with relief in my brow.

All of that worry, all of that fear! I asked him, "We thought you dead! What do you have to say for yourself!"

He did nothing but stare blankly, unaware of the sorrow his absence caused, or what my mind conjured up to trick itself!