The whole yard gets full, becomes full of him,
with shadows that slowly do come near
and so he sneaks slowly but silent
are camouflaged and extremely disguised
without any one noticing him
and in the bright day he is already present
but the sun does blind when you carefully try to look
and the black night comes with danger
when darkness does fall upon the earth,
then unexpectedly he comes,
do suddenly murderously attack in a bedroom
and when the first rays do awake the people
then suddenly anxious they do scream
while he comes and goes just as he wants.
© Gert Strydom
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