Riddle (5 ratings) by C. A. Fischer
What is this thing I talk about?
You see it lurk during the night
You are afraid, no question or doubt
It never walks within the light
What is this thing I talk about?
It may sometimes seem strange or weird,
It may either be skinny or sometimes stout,
Or it may just disappear.
What is thing I talk about?
You should always be very aware
You can see it through rain or drought,
It is nothing more than a nightmare.
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