There is a creature outside my window

There is a creature outside my window

There is a creature outside my window

there is a thing, maybe a man,

I have no reason to believe, that its real

I have no words to describe its form

I have no need to paint a picture in your mind

it has a form, I am sure of

and eyes and nose and ears

and arms and legs,

maybe too many, but not enough

to move its body near my window.

It even may have a mouth

full of teeths and tongues

but for all of these parts

it has no voice

it has no need to speak

but waits

until I step back

from the window

from the light

into the darkness of my dreams

where I am standing outside a window

and watching the creature behind the glass

with eyes to hear

and ears to watch

the way too many teeth

way too many teeth

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