Watchers

The heather covers Brandon hill, in a flaming purple haze,

An impish figure with big green eyes, sits with a smile upon his face,

He watches in the twilight, at the two figures lying down below,

This courting couple blissfully unaware, that they are now on show.

 

His pointy ears big and brown, sit high on top of his head,

He rocks himself back and forth, laughing at every word that’s said,

Inside the mountain deep he lives, with others of his kind,

In the blink of an eye he can disappear, and leave no trace behind.

 

How they love to play their tricks, on those silly human beings,

They steal their cloths and their keys, even their precious wedding rings,

At night they keep their children awake, with every little noise,

And watch them scream and carry on, when they have stolen their toys.

 

Now he sneaks closer still, along the heather covered ground,

And in his hand he carries with him, a big thistle that he has found,

With sheer delight upon his face, he looks forward to his fun,

With all his strength he brings that thistle down, upon that unsuspecting bum.

 

The boy stands up ready to fight, and starts looking all around,

His girlfriend is now running down the hill, and heading back to town,

The creature he has disappeared, tears of laughter rolling down his face,

When will they realize they are not alone, that silly human race.

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Comment by Dermott Ryder on October 17, 2014 at 18:33

A great pleasure to read - nicely crafted

dr

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