Ghost In The Town

It is said that there is a ghost In the town. He wears a long Coat and hides his face with A muffler- made of wool. In The summer too. They say it As a tale to a child that he hides His face for being ashamed. That no one is scared of him. Children make a joke of him And some even offer him ice Cream when he happens to Pass by their school gates and They draw their eye-brows up When he finishes it in a wink. Even in the chilly winter when Snow gathers on his mufflers. Housewives smile at him in Expectation that under the Muffler a handsome face may Be hiding. And they run to the Doors leaving their daily chores. When he walks the street in the Pale darkness of the evening. Dogs have ceased to bark at him. For he throws stones at them With such speed that many have Died with holes in their bodies. It is better stop whining and Hide under the stairs, in darkness. Once in a fit of rage he sits on The wall around the well and Shouts out loud at the sleeping Men of the houses. All are afraid Of a simple soul expecting a Dagger tucked in his waist. Time Has changed. Ghosts have more Simple hearts than suspicious mortals.