the crook

Written by: Ann-Aisha Hamjali

It’s half past midnight and there is again an existing creep

Visually obscured but couldn’t get a sleep

Frightfully terrified trying horribly to get a peep

Scared of looking even but have to breathe deep

The dogs all over began to woof

Jittered nervously could hardly even move

Suddenly cringed but have to have a proof

At last, of all people it was her all along, the crooked goof