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AFTER DARK
Somewhere a scattered
Crumb doth beckon,
Or syrup-splattered
Drops, I reckon,
Call you forth in darkest night
To dine, to sip
In solitude, unseen,
To sniff that drip,
Sense with antennae keen
Each morsel hid from your sight.
Unwelcomed roach,
Tell us, why
Do you encroach
While we lie
Asleep and without a clue?
Houseflies dare
In light of day
To take the air;
And so I say
It’s quite cowardly of you.
Slinking about
Like a sniveling sneak,
Rudely, without
Granting a single peek
To your accommodating host.
That’s why you find
And never mind
That you were baited!
What claim had you on my burnt toast?
Gnats and ants,
Spiders, too,
Take a chance,
Unlike you,
Dastardly denizen of moonlight.
And so I think
It’s more than fair,
Beneath the sink
You whiff poison air
Of insectide at noonlight.
~© RickMack~ (jotoma@bellsouth.net)
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2003
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