It's Under the Leaves - poem

The lights are on but she’s not around
there’s mud on the stairs and the shovel is gone
footprints at the window lead back to the woods
a cigarette smolders near a pile of dead leaves

His truck’s at the house but his mom says he’s out
no one’s seen Frank round here for days
his dog’s chained up behind the shed
and the rack in his truck is missing a gun

We was fishing for cats at the Old Mill Pond
full moon (was) throwing the shadows long
a warm wind was blowing for this time of year
leaves covering up things we’d rather forget

Manager says she’s never missed work
five minutes early the last three years
Frank lives on them disability checks
kind’a seems he comes and goes with the wind

We was up on the ridge, north end of town
drinking whisky and drinking beer
a warm wind was blowing for this time of year
leaves covering up things we’d rather forget

Well the bridge is washed out at Johnson’s Creek
and highway patrol waits at the fork
a dog up the way barks in the wind
leaves covering up things we’d rather forget
leaves covering up things we’d rather forget
leaves covering up things

from “Liner Notes: Poems”