In the corner of your eye,
barely seen or reconized
Nomads sit unrealized.
Shadows seem to bond
keeping darkness as a shrowd,
always watching between the cracks
always unseen in a crowd.
Some wear hats, or leather jackets
he or she maybe tall or small ,
Looking down,or against a wall.
Whatever be night watchers see.
Don’t stare to long, they do not
want nor need you to know
just who they are or where they go.
Stay on your way,not one more
round,they are there, just