Shadows in the street

An empty street,

the blurry scuffling of feet

far far away

far far away

a whisper near the corner,

the darkness, the dust

the cow webs tangled, the noises hushed

a shadow lurking

not far away

follow it slowly,

a sharp turn,

only to be blinded by the light

not a soul in sight

nothing but specks of dust, smoke now clear in the air

but I was sure, very sure, of the shadow,

someone was there