On a blustery, cold, evening in early Fall as darkness comes early

And we were having dinner I thought I heard some laughter,

Everyone’s backs were to the window except for mine.

I thought I saw something, an image of a man, I’m not sure,

There was a cold shiver up and down my spine but why.?

My family was settling in for the night, for me, not this night,

I don’t know why I didn’t say anything or why I felt this way.

Out the window, I decided to peek and there he was standing in the yard,

The little man, a long beard, dressed in a black robe with a cane in his hand.

He knows I’m there, he smiles and disappears, he wants something,

No longer do I feel the fear as soon he will surely reappear.

The little man comes again, standing in the darkness, in the wind,

He motions me to come with him, I can’t resist as he takes my hand.

The little man takes me away, he is not of this world, never am I seen again.

Keith Garrett


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