A/N: My first non-Maximum Ride fan fiction! I recently finished reading To Kill a Mockingbird, and I loved it. I loved it enough to write this fan fiction! And remember, criticism and reviews are always welcome!
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He watches them as they walk to town.
Nobody knows that he's looking down.
The man's thought of as a specter by most,
And everyday, he's feeling more like a ghost.
The gossip travels from one to the next.
He thinks about it as he lies to rest,
Hearing the same tales, and some new ones, too.
He whispers to the darkness, "My name ain't Boo."
In the house, in the dark, he feels like he's alone,
Watching night as it passes to day.
Somehow he's by himself,
But somehow he prefers it that way…
The silent spectator.
He wakes up to the scream of a little girl,
Coming from the street, the outside world--
A frightened cry that he just can't ignore.
Before he knows it, he's out that door
In the breeze, in the street, he feels so, so exposed,
As he tears toward the struggle for life.
Somehow he saved the girl,
Stabbed the man with his own knife.
No longer such a silent spectator.
He carries a boy back to his home.
A father's standing still as a stone.
Soon, the girl sees him and gives him a smile,
And he knows that it was worth the while.
With the girl by his side, he journeys back to home.
At the steps he stops, but not for long.
He turns with a small smile,
Then he walks through the door, and he's gone.
Once again the silent spectator.
