I stand still behind the door
Watch their antics on the floor
I can see about five or more
My life or theirs - I don’t know.
There seems to be a discussion
The bravest one with deliberation
Enters the room as if in provocation
The others follow without caution.
A weapon I conceal in my hand
To attack wherever they land
I lie in wait with a rubber-band
Thwack! One life I effectively end.
Pardon me for I have no remorse
To kill, when my path they cross
For they bring diseases gross
Into the drain their bodies I toss.
I am glad they now know me well
Not many enter my home I can tell
To do so would be their death knell
I stalk and I swat, houseflies to fell.
18 Feb 2011