The Visitors at the Treehouse

The Visitors at the Treehouse

A Poem by James Mckay

Towards the back of their parents 100 acre property
The brothers picked out the biggest of all oak trees
They pleaded with dad saying they've been really good
Could they head to the hardware store and purchase some wood?

Dad took out his measuring tape and drew a quick design
And there at Lowe's they were having a sale on everything pine
Dad would measure and use the saw and laid down the floor
We already had the steps in place and now the walls for support

Finally it was finished and we all took a look and were proud
Dad measured it and said the base was eight feet off the ground
He told us too be careful and he told us both not to fight
And we asked him if we both could sleep in it for the night

Mom drove us back there on the ATV with sleeping bags and snacks
We had a small ice chest for Capri Suns, some fruit, and jello pudding packs
We had no electricity but we had our flashlights and an old am/fm radio
We even told jokes and spooky stories just to make the time pass and flow

We both eventually started to feel the sleepiness kick in
Then we looked at each other and here comes the yawns again
We were both finally out like a light and it was thirty passed one
It would be six hours before we would both see the light of the sun

About three in the morning we were awoken to several loud noises
Breaking limbs, grunting, snapping, and what sounded like human voices
It sounded like they were right beneath the treehouse; maybe many
The brothers curled up tightly together and said a prayer if they knew any

Finally the sun came up and out the window the sun they did see
As they made their way down the steps; dad came up in the ATV
Before the boys could look around, dad said better hop in right now
Your mama's got breakfast ready and it's hot back at the house

Across the table the boys looked at each other but no other word was said
They didn't want to acknowledge the disturbance; maybe it was in there head
Then one of the brothers said, "We definitely need to go back out there man"
Then he walked over to the window and said, "I can tell you that it isn't human!"

to be continued...............

by: James W. Mckay
       July 20, 2023

© 2023 James Mckay


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James Mckay
James Mckay

San Antonio, TX



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