Squatting on doorsteps -- following footsteps

Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest

So we crawl into corners -- ignore any callers

And imagine our radiators clang for our neighbours



When we crawl on all fours -- upon the cushioned floor

Still they cling to the walls and knock on our doors

And the tendency for tenants is tenacity



The paint is cracked -- and the paper peels

The plaster falls and a body reels... softly



Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud

On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown

But they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls

And the tendency for tenants is secrecy... ssssssh