Silent Watchman

Posted: November 3, 2016 in poem, poet, poetry
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What a Watchman I am
Standing by to catch the slightest glimpse
of night-time movement or sound
Listening for the weakest disruption of the night
By scurried feet or blind thumped heads or noses
Alert to any flapping wings or echoed squeaks
Creatures of the night  and I alone
come out from under the stealth, forced by daylight
to thrive in the darkness
to smell and eat, feed of what’s found,
living or dead, six-legged or four
the remains or living bounty left of the day.
What a Watchman I am
A blind and silent Watchman


  1. Ret MP says:

    an appropriate write for the season!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. iampeacenow says:

    Halloween fare! Very creative and well done. Peace to you

    Liked by 1 person

  3. OOH! Love this one! Your words paint word-pics that are mysterious and eerie! Makes me feel like I’m right there with The Watchman!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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