THE LOOK

THE LOOK

I was looking at something else

(Honest, Guv!)

As I drove along

Off there, to the right

Two o’clock high

Something caught my eye

Flying high – Up there in the sky!

A flock of something

(Really, Guv!)

Natural wonders fluttering along

Without any cares

As they flew right by

What they were I’ll never now know

I was looking at something else

(Honest, Guv!)

As you walked along

Over there, above your head…!

But you turned around

Just then - and caught my eye

Frowned so hard – Right there in the street!

Gave me “The Look”

(Scary, Guv!)

A cold, hard long-suffering stare

Brim-full of contempt

For the creepy guy

Implying this happens to you every day

I was looking at something else…!

(Honest, Guv!)

I protested inwardly

Never even noticed you

Until you turned

Looked me right in the eye

Feeling small – Sat there in my car…

Silently convicted

(Not me, Guv!)

Condemned of spending journeys

Furtively staring

Like some creepy guy

Undressing strangers with my eyes

Martin A W Holmes, October 2016