Out lurking there, a twisted form,
with shadows in the night.
It’s creeping, stalking, following,
while filling me with fright.
So large, this beast, it’s towering –
a monster of great might.
Running fast, there’s no escape,
nor ducking out of sight.
Alas I fumble for the switch,
so fearful of my plight.
I point, then click, and then I laugh –
a tree stands in my light.