Darkness falls, a twelve fold light
Bids her bye, waiting to come
Again , a twelve-hours fold later
In umbra\'s cloak, men of the jungle
The unwanted soldiers in petty coats
They creep at night, but no voice heard
Keenly to parade, their normal assembly
Bedbugs rise, lice with their guns
Tiny vampires, seeking blood,
Stealthy hunters, on my 2 cen\'m
Joined horizontally parallel reeds
In silent corners, they reside,
Below our sheets, they softly hide.
In tatters, humble beddings
That has breathe history\'s tale,
Their presence felt with itchy bite,
A nocturnal dance of parasite.