Putting My Feet in the Dirt 21

Sitting there in the dark

In the office chair, parked

The screen was bright

Unusually so

He was on the prowl

She didn’t know

She was taking a snooze –

His mother who didn’t use

Computers or cells, not her style

Knew no modern items or style

Meanwhile his fingers moved really fast

Knew his secret time wouldn’t last

He explored the macabre every night

He was one of the trolls of twilight.

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