Guardian Angel

On a bench in a park sat a silhouette,
lit by a lantern.
Shadows of trees and the silhouette
were making art on the lawn.

The wind blew
like it only does on typically Dutch evenings.

A can crossed the street,
making funny noises,
whilst the rain poured down
like it only does on creepy nights like this.

I looked at the silhouette again
and saw a wing at either side,
just for a tiny moment.

I blinked
and they were gone.

I blinked again
and the silhouette was gone too.