Waiting

I waited,

I saw only shadows, figures of the night,

Tall and ominous, immovable, unknown.

But, I waited.

They were now pointing, scowling, rough,

I stared back, one seemed to stir, to make a move,

But, I waited.

The shadows started to emerge, the light of dawn started to arise, as I sat at my window’s post, as the sun arose,

The truth unveiled by my waiting,

I saw those shadows and figures for what they truly were,

Those scowling shadows, once ominous and immovable, unknown,

Those figures of the night, that cause doubt and fear,

Simply, just, trees and houses.

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