The white and some times clear
Moving things that are so near
Temperature changes quickly like so
Feels like it can snow
In my room
Something is telling me a warning of some doom
Hair is sticking up from my arms again
A ten out of ten
It has something to say
For now it will stay
A ghost or a angel from the sky
This presence is here but why?
Late in the night
Never in broad daylight
It does not say a word
Will not write on paper, now thats absurd
3 pens to choose
No way it can lose
Rather linger instead
Mess with my eyes and my head
I am sure it will vanish or disappear
No need to worry or have any fear
It will be back sometime again
Not sure when?