Tinted Glass

Behind tinted glass

They ask,

"Are you okay?"

Of course, or so you say

A little stroll

A little walk

A small black figure begins to stalk

"I hop on your shoulder!"

Behind tinted glass

They ask,

"Are you fine?"

Of course, but just for that time

A little snap

A little crack

The figure grew and says,

"I demand a piggyback!"

Behind tinted glass

They ask,

"Are you sick?'

Of course not, that answer, however, is myth

A little bite

A little swallow

The black figure so big, interrupts

"Speaking of swallow, may I?"

The tinted glass looks up

The head of the behold nods

The black figure smiles

And the tinted glass sees no longer