Uns Among Us

In every village upon the earth,
Near the door to any hearth,
The Uns will make unsightly rest.

Not near blooms or sweet scented lay,
But in foul and putrid stay,
The Uns choose unwelcome haunt.

In deep black pitch they keep,
Frightful holes in squalor’s heap,
The Uns bore an unclean place.

In night their darker shadows move,
From day’s hide their wake to prove,
The Uns begin unwanted deeds.

For safety inside the children stay,
With their mother’s care to warm and pray,
The Uns only to dogs unwilling near.


jpR

A poem created for my small children years past.