The Ungeheuer

The Ungeheuer

Over fields and roads it wanders,
no path unknown for these well trained feet.
Through brush and forest its travel goes,
as trace of print is to be found.
Gates nor fences will uphold the creature;
barbed wire sweeps easily off his feet,
doors he passes, even when shut tight.
Only in a mirror you might see him first,
for in clear view his image will be cloaked.
T’is only when you loose your fear,
and just admit he is a well known friend;
when you’ll greet him upon meeting.
His hairy phiz will all but kiss you,
and in your face ask you for some sweets.

Vince
30–10–2016

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