A shadow that moved
It lived in the attic whatever it was,
It started a panic, the thought was enough,
A light seen at night, tallow candle perhaps,
A shadow that moved on the cobwebby glass.
Speculation was rife, all manner of thoughts,
Was it real or imagined, did they see it or not?
A light in a window, a glow now and then,
Not much to go on, but enough dae ye ken?
A reflection perhaps, a trick o’ the light,
A thief or a squatter, a bed for the night,
Whatever it was it was seen from below,
Standing back from the window, and
Wearing a cloak.
© Joseph G Dawson