When the night does come dark with patches of shadow
and the tiredness so slowly are sneaking up on me,
then there is something that sneaks in at the window
a gnome with a striped bag and he is bended
and outside I hear the two big dogs growl
but they both do walk away with drooping tails
go lie down and groan at their kennel at the water-barrel
and then there is no sign of him
where the golden-yellow streetlight does alone burn outside
but there is no kind of danger
and then I wonder why so slyly he does sneak in,
my eyes do feel suddenly itchy and heave as if full of sand
when almost out of vision I notice a vague movement
but there is nothing just the streetlight gleaming.
© Gert Strydom
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