You move along

the roaring river’s edge,

water churning in wild swishes.

Each step echoes in the rush.

From the corner of your eye—

a figure.

Perched by the bank,

half-swallowed by shadow,

watching.

Silent.

Unmoving.

Mysterious.

or

You wander on beside the tide,

where roaring waters twist and glide.

The river swells with foaming might,

its silver waves all flashing white.

Then from the corner of your sight,

a shadow stirs in fading light—

a lone, still figure by the shore,

whose gaze feels like it knows much more.