Odd Hours - Creature Feature

The old man down the block

The curtains are all drawn

To ward off prying eyes

What’s he hide with those locks?

You could almost swear that

You can hear the muffled cries

The lady two doors down

She is in the backyard

sunset

She’s digging in the ground

She is filling holes with

Every bit of evidence

They all got something to hide

Secrets buried that you’ll never find

Such strange persons occupy their spare time

In the odd hours of the night

The neighbor up the street

Always in the tool shed

Using the

Reclusive and discreet

You could almost swear that

You can hear the sounds of death

The housewife right next door

As the family sits still

In the darkly lit room

She performs nightly chores

Doesn’t it seem odd that

They no longer seem to move?

They all got something to hide

Secrets buried that you’ll never find

Such strange persons occupy their spare time

In the odd hours of the night

Who am I to blame?

I know they think the same

Who am I to judge?

I won’t hold a grudge

If they only knew

What’s hidden from view

Down in my cellar

It would cause a stir

They all got something to hide

Secrets buried that you’ll never find

Such strange persons occupy their spare time

In the odd hours of the night