Category : Poems

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One really should
At Night
Under Dim Light,
Watch The Rat
Make
It’s Play
Treasure’s Way
Across the Inner
Base-boards  of The Room.


One would never See It in the Forward Sight
Catch A Bite,
But in the 
Side-Eye View.
Where  first nothing,
Glim-pses.
Then The Finger of A Snake.


Some Move In
Bound  Leaps With 
Quick Rea-ches,
With-out Sounds.
B-y The Wa-lls Straight Line.
The Rest Creep along The Line.
Yet quick-ly All 
Make Their Way Known.


Train Your Sen-ses,
To See the Fingers Of A Snake, 
And Di-gits Of A Rat.
2 Enemies Yes. 
I guess until You Show up.
Treasure’s A-round.


In regard to Stealth,
The En-emy Of Gain 
Is  Hel-ping Ha-nds.
Conflicting Friends Who Never Tell
Each Other what Their Doing.
Sworn Ne-ver to be Thy Brother’s Keeper!
Again, until You showed up. 
Treasure’s A-bound.


Personally I like to swing The Light, Or at least have The Light  blink 
In and Out rapidly.
See Things A Little Differently.
Then, On To Hearing Them
In The Dark. 
For I was Taught by A Master
Son of My GrandFather,
An Elder. 
King of The Dark.


From Whom,
I now am King Of The Castle.
Seat-ed on My Throne.
Treasure’s A Crown.