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 

 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 n 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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