The Vumpire
He only works night games.
His signals are creepy.
When managers argue
he makes them feel sleepy.
He never appears
in the photos we snap.
A widows peak peeks out
from under his cap
when he takes a nap
in the dugout.
His eyes bug out
and he hisses like a frightened cat
at the sight of a broken bat.
How weird is that?
Once, while waiting on deck
I caught him staring
at the back of the catcher’s neck.
Calef Brown - drawger
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