Shadow Life by Chris Bunton

Do you see the shadow people?

Out of the corner of your eye?

Lurking,

watching,

waiting.

They are always there,

but never when you look.

Just a shape that moves,

and escapes your gaze.

Creepy-crawly critters.

That spider across the floor;

now on the wall.

Never really seen.

The thing in the tree,

smiling at you,

with fangs and drool,

till you look for sure.

The black dog following me,

late at night,

but never really seen.

Did you see the bat,

swoop past your head?

Was it real?

Or shadow life?

Visions from

beyond the veil.

Spirits spying,

watching,

waiting,

to pounce

at the midnight hour.