One with the shadows
Tiny ninjas stalk the night
Like wraiths fostering chaos
On their unsuspecting victims
Moving in precise defilade
They creep silently forward
Readying weapons of mischief
To dispense their intended mayhem
BOO!
Trailing an effervescent wake
Of giggles and squeals
They flee back to their beds
To plot their next attack.
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