The Orb Poem by Damian Cranney

I awoke from a sleep,
In the middle of the night,
In need of a nice cup of tea,
A refreshing brew,
Would put me just right,
From a restless sleep,
It would set me free.

Pottering in the kitchen,
Waiting for the kettle,
I felt the hairs on my neck,
Begin to rise,
And a palpable coldness,
That around me did settle.

Fear and fascination,
Left me frozen me in surprise.
Suddenly a bright orb appeared,
Floating in mid-air,
Mesmerized I watched it,
Travel around the room.
And as it did another joined it,
Over by the broom.

They hovered for a moment,
and suddenly weren't there.
An eerie presence lingered,
I wondered who they were?
Could they be, the spirits of,
People, who once lived here?
Or could they both be aliens,
Wandering through the house,
Spying and creeping like burglars,
And quiet as a mouse.

I probably will never know,
The source from which they came,
But whenever I go in the kitchen now,
I always feel the same,
I stick to the daylight hours,
It feels a safer way,
At least it keeps me in my bed,
Until the break of day.

Damian Cranney