Knock-kitty, knock! Tick-kitty, tock!
Scariest time on the wall clock.
Who’s there? Hold on! An unknown foe?
Hope he is well. I do not know.
Both feet are cold, after he told
About his fate, by strangers scold:
Angry Dark Ones looking for cash
Threatening with violence smash.
A narrow path, a price to pay
Cannot go out — indoors we stay
Keep your shirts on — hard working tools!
No more patience — Dark Agents fools.
Author’s note: Another black, esoteric situation ‘raging’ at hand – shoot!
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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