Ninja Poems

The same old house, the same old barn,

Bygone adjourn,

Slight change obscured,

And much inured.

Chameleon; its predator,


Must wonder, you,

And misconstrue

The judges, patient, for me wait,

Ajar the gate,

With stones to stone

Come break my bone.

A rabbit in the hole must stay,

He sense foul play,

But could repose

If unexposed.

A treasure hidden in a field:

Locked tight and sealed.

Buy land thereon,

Own all upon.

You fail to pull the trigger first;

I lied, no worse.

Your last mistake,

I pull, you break.


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