Whisper

I hear a whisper on a still day
there is no wind to carry it
it hasn't come through the rustling leaves
or the birds squawking over the clouds
I hear it within
inside
again
it rattles around my skull
echoing and pounding
telling me to wait for night
after the haze of the supernatural
has blocked the stars from view
it will be time
to emerge from the shadows
a new creature
devouring whatever is necessary
to satiate the whisper