They Lie in Wait to Deceive

by Graham Northrup

Dotting the landscape
Crouching low, low down
Under a thin veneer,
The hijackers wait
Making nary a sound
For the unlucky Fool to appear

The trap is laid,
The bait is prepared
For the Fool who comes their way.
It’s a matter of time
Until their quarry is snared
And they’ll laugh him to scorn as they prey.

One unlucky Fool
Pricked on by his lust
Surveys the enticing terrain.
It’s the hijacker’s turn
To steal the fool’s trust
And work their foul deeds on his brain.

At last He partakes,
The Fool of their dreams
He bites, victory sweet on his lips.
But the trap has been sprung
The Unlucky Fool screams:
These are Raisins! Not chocolate chips!