A Cold Night Stroll

• Emerald Kaing, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

Once I wondered on a cold night stroll,
Through a market, curiosity had taken control,
Alone I was, feet scampering faint,
Alone I went, to a stall so quaint,

The owner of which stood gaunt and frail,
The owner of which was sombre and pale,
I questioned the man for what he was selling,
I questioned the man for what might be dwelling,
What might be lurking within his fine range,
What wonders or fancies would take centre stage?

But the man just nodded and remained a stone,
This made me wonder, why was he alone?
What past brought the weary man here?
What was his dream? His hope? His fear?

Once I wondered on a cold night stroll,
Through a market, curiosity had engulfed my soul.