Walking in the Night

Out lurking there, a twisted form,
with shadows in the night.
It’s creeping, stalking, following,
while filling me with fright.

So large, this beast, it’s towering –
a monster of great might.
Running fast, there’s no escape,
nor ducking out of sight.

Alas I fumble for the switch,
so fearful of my plight.
I point, then click, and then I laugh –
a tree stands in my light.

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About ewdupler

Gene is an avid outdoorsman, loves reading and is known to put pen to paper (well, he types) as an amateur poet.
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