THE LITTLE MAN

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

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 to 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