THE LITTLE MAN On a blustery, cold, evening in early Fall as darkness Comes early, And we were having dinner I thought I heard some laughter, Everyone's backs were to the window except for mine. I thought I saw something, an image of a man, I'm not sure. There was a cold shiver up and down my spine but why? My family was settling in for the night, for me, Not this night, I don't know why I didn't say anything or Why I felt this way. Out the window, I decided to peek and there he was Standing in the yard, The little man, a long beard, dressed in a black robe With a cane in his hand. He knows I'm there, he smiles and disappears, He wants something, No longer do I feel the fear as soon he will Surely re-appear. The little man comes again, standing in…