They hide just on the edge of our peripheral vision,
We might catch a mere glimpse every now and again.
A shape or shadow we'd assume a trick of the light,
But when the sun sets night is their hungry domain...
A dark imaginings of a highly imaginative and creative mind. A thought provoking well crafted quatrain. Great imagery, Shaun. The last line says it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliantly inked fantastic poem...10++