by Lin Cava
It was late to go out, about ten o’clock.
The sky, it was clear, every star was in sight.
I was taking a stroll down our city block,
When I came upon something strange in the night.
Dark and soundless it crouched there, looking at me.
All I saw were two spots reflecting the light –
Of the streetlamp behind me; where eyes would be.
Tucked away near the steps, it gave me a fright!
I heard a strange sound. Something started to knock.
I started to praying – “Lord, save my life, please!”
Jumped, nearly tumbling, at the strike of the clock!
The knocking turned out to be from my own knees.
That creature, it stayed there, not moving a bit.
But there I stood frozen, as still as a tree.
I wanted to bolt, to avoid being hit –
By what evil sat soundless, staring at me.
I watched it, too helpless to fend for myself.
Then a low sound, like moaning, came from the thing –
Moving into the light, it looked like an elf.
It didn’t take long for my feet to take wing.
My hands, so clammy, my heart started to pound.
I found myself running ahead of the breeze!
To home. Lock the doors. In my room, safe and sound!
Sweet home! I relaxed, became calm by degrees.
Sleep finally took me away from my fright.
I had to see, for curiosity’s sake –
Everything looks different in the morning light.
I was glad that morning, to just be awake.
Cleaned up in a hurry. Got dressed. Took a walk.
Passed by Widow Jones, all in black with that hat.
What happened last night was the neighborhood talk.
Widow Jones saw it all from where she had sat!
I thought, “I’ll look silly. I jumped and I ran.”
“I hope Widow Jones didn’t see what I did.”
She had chased off an evil looking dark man –
He’d come at her slowly, to where she was hid.
Seems that the sweet widow felt lonely that eve –
Had sipped too much sherry before that night’s stroll.
Sat down by her stoop-steps, her head to her sleeve.
Asleep in the dark, her hat looked like a troll!
This may seem a good end, but better than that –
Since all that has happened, we’ve had some long talks.
And I’ve been so thankful for that ugly hat.
We go with each other for all of our walks.
I sometimes write in an unusual point of view. I write from the point of view of a man. Dunno why – it is the way the work comes to me.
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Oct 19, 2010