The Cold Light of Day
I watch them come, I watch them go
By night and some by day
Learning all they need to know
To keep their fears at bay
These humans fear the ‘everything’
That they don’t understand
The dark, the past, the future
And the ‘anything unplanned’
But they don’t know the half of it
For if they ever did
They’d lock their doors and stay inside
And some would flip their lid
All they need to do is look
And if they could believe
They'd see the truth of me
And know their learning did deceive
But then they’d call me fairy tale
Or horror movie prop
And some might call me fancy dress
And then their hearts would stop
But human brains just white me out
And they don’t see me here
Unlike the figments of their minds
That in the night they fear
I dwell in this cold light of day
Few humans dread the light
My pantry might be sparse for me
Were I to hunt at night
I watch them come, I watch them go
I watch them stand in line
Today I’ll let the quick ones go
The slow ones? They're all mine
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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