My Little Slice of Reality

Only fifteen blocks from the Sears Tower, this is my little slice of reality. I lie awake at night, listenng to subwoofers pass. Quake the building, shake the glass. Ah but that is much better than the sudden crack of a .22.

I am told they are there. But they pass through the shadows. I never see them, they cower like ghosts in the dark. But, I know they are there. They mark there territory like coyotes in the night.