The Man Poem by Nicholas Harrison

The Man



There is a man staring at me.
What, oh what could he be?
Like a cat,
Stalking its prey.
Like a bat,
Flying in May.
His eyes that pierce,
Through clouds of grey.
And full of tears,
I have to say,
'Please good sir,
won't you go away? '

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