My Guardian Angel Poem by Amelia Patterson

I feel a chilling presence behind me, and turn around...
nothing.
I keep walking, dismissing it as the cold weather.
As I walk I take a second look...
nothing.
I suddenly hear a low whimper, and and turn around for the third time...
nothing.
But, wait.
A small light begins to fade away into the darkness.
I turn back around and resume walking.
I stuff my hands deeper into my pockets, feeling safer
than I had just a moment ago.