21 October 2012
They call me " The Shadow." Moving with stealth through the night Avoiding people everywhere and houses all aglow
An old man thinks he sees me, but doesn't trust his sight Just a fleeting sweep of billowing cloak Disappearing deep in the black of night
There's only one I'm scared of Not a person though you'll see It's my neighbours big black hairy dog Whom they adore and love to bits
As lady luck would have it, even though I have no smell I can often simply hide away In deep, dark, hidden creases Where time alone will tell
But he knows just where to find me That powerful ball of fluff And follows me eternally My nemesis... THAT DOG!!!
The Shadow • Opuss № I