He's been out --
Barking the hounds
All night long
Barking the hounds --
Into laryngitis
Spending his --
Second shift
Thus much we suspect
OVER HERE
Bathed in darkness
Scurrying in brush
Brush and shadows
He's that meaningless
Hazardous kind
An over-sized rodent
Scratching at the fence
Running his rat wheel
Up over his head
He scampers about
And hunkers down
Into the tree line
Awaiting his chances
To perpetrate evil
Within blackened depth
Where I can't see --
What he's up to next
Stalkers are dangerous
Dangerous cowards
Oh, they're afraid --
OF ONE THING
They fear getting caught --
And forced to stop!
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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