User of Sewers
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

He creeps
He leaps
Over critters
Small

He reeks
He eats
Little critters
All

Day
And night
No light
In sight

He roams
Amidst
The piles
So vile

He creeps
He leaps
You hear
His call

He is always
Near
Behind
The wall

When the night
Is dark
And the rain
Falls down

The user
Of sewers
Might be
In town