Cunning Being.

The cunning being
That lurks around in the dark
When souls are fast asleep 
Under the thick covers
He sneaks in and grabs 
He is blown away by the wind
And he feels victorious 
As he works away with my stuff
Even though I may be downhearted
Even though I may panic
He has a metal heart towards my plight
He spares no thoughts for my curses
No pity for my plight
My losses he shall not count
He is swift and daring
And fright did not come along with him
-By Ruth C. Odikaesieme


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