THE LITTLE MAN
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.