More Mothman musings in advance of our trip

On the Ohio, December 15, 1967

Nights were darker then,
objects in the sky
strangely brighter,
intensified
by isolation.
Red eyes peering
in the dark,
imaginations
swirling
like brightly wrapped
Christmas presents
caught in whirlpools
beneath a derelict bridge
then pulled under.
Common sense
bobbing to the surface
on a cold December eve.