Touches At Night Poem by Ojok Isaac

My mother ones told me
There's an animal; small like a cat
And it's black in colour
It moves at night

When it touches you...
You must run and touch it too
Before it runs back in the bush
If you fail to touch it...
You die.

So if you move at night
Be careful, or just run and touch it
when it touches you.
(This was how we were taught
Not to move at night
Because you can't run and touch
An animal like a cat at night)