Bugs: Small Creatures

They raid our houses with silence
That no one hears your coming.
One by one you come a calling
With no word of your presence.
Small you are that sometimes
You blend from view.
Hopeful we can find you
From the crooks and crevasses
From above and below;
To put an end to comings and goings soon.
Thy raid our houses no more
Bugs of silence, we will kill you now.

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