There are days
I cannot explain
there is a sense of darkness
all is not right in the universe
I become anxious
are family and friends okay
what is this sense of dread
will owl or crow come to call
A heavy load upon my heart
I cannot name it or see it
but, I know it is there
waiting, waiting, waiting
Then the phone rings……
WD 2026 April Pad Challenge Day 24
For today's prompt, write an unidentified poem. UFOs, cryptids, and other unexplained phenomenon immediately springs to mind.