what were you doing out there angry dead man? there was some sort of shout in the distance to my right, outside, beyond the buildings on second street, then there was a squeak, a little closer. a squirrel? next: sparrows on my fire escape began a wild argument. a cold sensation passed through me right to left. my jaw especially. i had to stop writing. moments later a pack of dogs went into loud barking on third street. seconds later. quiet. it was as if a frustrated soul were on its way back to the greenwood cemetery. maybe a friendly one will follow? though i do not have time to wait. right now.