When it’s night and your lonely
move you will see me do,
in a black cape so lovely,
with a dark top hat too.
Your eyes you won’t believe,
as I slip slyly by.
You cannot conceive
of the tasks I try.
You can see me when you first awake,
a quick glance as I pass.
You’ll say, “What’s that for goodness sake,”
as out the corner of your eye me you grasp
I am so dark.
An enigma I am.
But you know in your heart,
I am one of the damned.
I am a bad omen,
If you see me.
In the background I am roamin’.
A thing that just can’t be.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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