Shadow

a black shadow
flits in the corner
of my  eye
furtive ducking
my  wrench of the head
as I turn and
try to catch it
unaware
but fied, I miss
it always too late
yet I feel it
creeping there
at my  back
its large wings
drawn  out
poised to engulf
me  innocently
unaware  of my
danger
but when  1 turn
feeling an intent
stare bore into the
back  of my neck
there is never anything
there
the sun always goes
down  in front of me
night draws in from
behind
it masses like cloud
a  thin horizon
billowing
thick and dark
in my  eye
black cotton wool
shadow
shadow
shadow  cool

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