I make not a sound,
Through the trees, I see, not one child, but three
My belly thunders as I watch them toddle in wonder
My eyes glint
Perchance giving them hint
Of what comes through the night, will surely be a fright
There I will creep as the children lie asleep
Through the door of wood,
Past their father, stalwart stood
Three, oh what glee that there are three
Small and fat, but large enough their heads fill a hat
Maybe these, who are wrapped in shadow
Can see through the veil so shallow
I come not in menace through the terrace,
I crawl and snarl because I cannot do else
Such a dark history prevents me from a safe sense of self
These three children sleep,
Like little tiny sheep
One, two, three they snore
As I slink in through the door
One, two, three they wake
And make everyone’s same, same mistake.
All at once, with a cry like thunder, the father—there! As if it a blunder
BANG! comes a deafening cry that sparks my fear and hurts my eye
I fell and stumbled as the man's feet rumbled
I turn and run, and run and run,
One sparks a yell, and then a ton
Before I know what before me lies, I’ve run off the ground, I’m in the skies!
In truth, I confess, I may have lied.
The gruond before me and then the skies,
the villiage at my back and on the attack,
waging war just before,
I must confess, it's been a disguise, I've lied.
I never made it this far.