23 October 2012
At the corner of your eye,
The beasts stalk the night,
A running army so fast,
But freeze in the light,
Silent as a mouse or moth,
With a cloak dark and black,
Hiding in every corner,
Just waiting to attack,
An octa-monster,
Ugly as sin,
"Squish 'em all -
Put 'em in the bin!"
I see his many eyes,
And pincers open wide, |
If he moves towards me - |
That's it, I'm off to hide! |
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In The Corner... • Opuss № I