Walls

I am the fly on the wall,
You won’t see me, hear me
But I see you.

That shadow around the corner, what was it.
Fear creeps into you, slowly
But only for your own wrong doing.

How did they know quiet so soon,
What I’ve done, you ask your self
Something spying

You would know once you hear, what you’re taught this day.
For that legendary birdie
Is the shadow, the fly is called me

Author notes

I am posting this both here and "over there" I would like your thoughts, as well as the others. please comment as much as you like. I have not posted in a good long while, sorry to you who enjoy my work, but the spirit has not moved me this way in some time. And by move me, i mean knocked me down a flight of stairs, as it has today.