When The Shadows Come Calling Poem by Shirley Harrison

Ever seen the shadow of death?
ever seen it, running across the lawn from the kitchen window?
well, I have

slow motion like it was in no hurry
to get to where it was meant to be?
a shadow so visual
it looked as if it was chasing someone?
arms out hoping to catch them?

i've seen it quite a few times now
same shadow, different shape
different places

I've seen an Angel too
well, the presence of one at least
that was a different
type of shadow
she brought a sense of courage
wings, gloriously shaped
I could never mistake her

I don't feel the need
to question why they come?
I already know, let's call it intuition?

and if you're wondering
does the shadow of death ever frighten me?
I can honestly say, no
it doesn't, it's not how it's portrayed in the horror films

it's peaceful, just like the shadow of my Angel

why do they come?
I believe they visit to leave a message

they have a job to do
messengers of sorts?

when the shadows come calling.