Night's Noturrno

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.