Secret Ninjas Poem by Birdie Anderson

A sound here
A sound there
They are somewhere
A rushing movement across of the room
A rushing movement pass me
I know these unhumanly fast creatures
Have come to mess with me

Secret ninjas
They love to play with your brain
With skills of momentum
And all the frictional fantasy things
They are not beings, I promise
They are way too quick, It's a trick
One moment they are right in front of you
But in the next
Where'd they go?
Ohhhhhh those-secret-ninjas

Bad guys
Good guys
Don't which side their on
Too smart
Too strong
That is their ways
How do their minds
Have the complexity to do this
How many talents can one man have?

Secret ninjas
Kung fu fighters don't scare them
If you can run fire
They can hold in their hand
With skills of secret ways
And all of the reflexes instinct things
They are not normal, I promise
They are so invincible, It's a trick
One second they are drawling their weapon
But in the next
Their enemy's are already defeated?
Ohhhhhh those-secret-ninjas

They are lurking in the shadows
They are some where in the room
The CIA & FBI can't get hold on them
No crimes on their hands or so we thinkg
But every one would love to know them

Secret Ninjas
You are the forgotten warriors
Some say they are flexible
But they obviously haven't seen you
With the knowledge of a high tech computer
Along with all the old scrolls old teachings things
They are not from this planet, I promise
They are way too unbelievably real, It's a trick
One blink they are staring at me
And in the next
They have left
Oh-wow-those secret ninjas