The full moon has taken up its position
and the sun has long since gone down.
It's unusually cold and fusty smell lingers in the air,
but it's quiet and still, and there's no one around.
However, I don't feel as though I am alone,
and I sense an unnatural presence close by.
Someone or something is watching me,
but only moving shadows catch my eye.
There is something sinister happening here
my senses tell me there is someone near.
A blow of cold air has raised the hairs on my neck,
and goosebumps on my skin have appeared.
I nervously asked, "Is anybody there?
Show yourself, have you a problem with me?
If you have something to say, just say it
I'm listening, tell me of your misery."
Only the rustling leaves were to be heard.
I sensed the presence was no longer about
and with it went the coldness and smell.
It has to return soon to sort the problem out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem