A shadow gathered at the corner of the lawn–just beyond the reach of the yellow light from the window.  A women’s form pierced the square of light, her back to the shadow.  The open screen carried her vengeful voice to the listening night.

The silhouette of a man joined her, his hand reaching.  Her voice punched up to a shriek, she tossed his hand away.

The shadow was now something more.  It oozed around the edge of the light.

The deep resonance of the man’s rumble joined the women’s voice.  They were shouting now, each trying to top the other, and the shadow soaked them in.  It rolled foward to lap at the base of the window.  Now it’s form found mass and took the shape of a coil, tensed and listening, ready to spring.