Hindsight Poem by Sarah Persson

I see the arch with cobbled stone,
The landmark of my journey home,
The streets are empty, dark and cold,
It isn't safe here, so I'm told.

A manly figure lights a smoke,
He wears a hat and blackened cloak,
My heart beats now with hastened pace,
The shadows hide his bearded face.

Yet as I pass, no words are said,
The screams I hear are in my head,
The planted seed had done the trick,
And all at once my pace was quick.

Through the darkest alley meets,
The eyes of cats, through bushes peep,
The call of owls that never sleep,
Have scared me so, I run and weep.

A familiar form of light I see,
Relief and overwhelming glee,
I turn and walk in backwards pace,
To show the fear my change of face.

Now safe and sound and in my home,
No fear is here, though still alone,
There was no danger that I saw,
Just crazy thoughts, in hindsight.