The Strange Case At the Rail Yard

The night shift drags on As I sit at the monitors Security work is like that Some nights once the cleaners leave There is nothing to do Except wait for the end of the shift The monitors show the perimeter fences They were installed To monitor people Who jump the fences To graffiti the stabled trains Then the northern most security light activates Then the next south turns And so on to the main gate The lights stay for a time Then darkness resumes As I gaze at the clock It says three am The strangest thing is It happen for the next two nights So tonight I am standing at the gate As my watch alarm goes off It is three am now And the lights do the dance Until the light goes on the gate Then the darkness envelopes me There was an investigation As to why the guard disappeared There was no sound Just a moment later he wasn’t around. © Paul Warren Poetry