Stalker by Gerry Griffiths

Someone’s staring

Quite unexpected

Somewhat daring

And unsuspected

 

An innocent glance

A stare averted

A lurid observance

Perhaps perverted

 

Last call

The bar is closing

Outside, rainfall

The night imposing

 

The hour is late

As you stride for home

Tempting fate

As you foolishly roam

 

Footsteps in the dark

Don’t look back

Entering the park

Fearing an attack

 

You quicken your pace

Afraid to turn

Coming face-to-face

With something nocturne

Hot breath on the neck

An adrenaline rush

Caress of a killer’s peck

Ending with a hush

 

You stumble and fall

Cry out in the night

Your back to the wall

As he gives you a fright

 

Your heart pounds

When he reaches out

With no one around

To hear you shout

 

Eyes bloodshot

Stinking of beer

A very sorry sot

Grinning ear to ear

 

And you, very much alone

As he says, “Excuse me, Miss?”

Then hands you your phone

“I do believe you left this.”