Ghost in the Garden

A ghost lurks in the garden,
that overgrown patch of weeds
where once vegetables grew.
I feel cold eyes upon me
each time I peer at those bushes;
sense the presence of some brute force
not of this world.

A malevolent intent?
I dare not question.
I do not think about the ghost at all
except to know that it is there

As aware of me
as I am aware of it.