WHAT WATCHES Keith Garrett The dreams were there from time to time, Haunting my mind, torment of another kind. Alone in a house so dark, the wind howling, I am peeking out a window into the dark of night. In the distance he stands, a shadowy figure Dressed up in black, His clothes move with the wind, silent as he knows I am there. I am alone and he knows of my fear, There are times when I am walking through The streets at night, No cars, people, as if I'm the only one in this world. Again it is windy, dark, and always the horrible fear, I am followed, from a distance but I know something Is out there. No body, no face, somewhere, always there. My dreams are not real but now each night I peek out of the window, Waiting for him, this dark, shadowy figure. If I keep searching then will he appear, I find myself walking The dark, night streets wondering if he follows, Imagining him out there, somewhere.