so as not to break a twig,
or even crackle a leaf.
moving stealthily as if a frog,
his prize still inside!
Holding his breath
he put his eye against the wall.
Excitement rising within,
his goal near at last.
Suddenly he felt the reversed end
of the broom stick,
and the angry shout
of Manang Asiang
who just caught him in the act.
And swiftly through the grass he runs,
as frightened chickens cackle,
and the dogs tearing his pants apart.
Manang Asiang hot on his heels,
with her broken broomstick still.
His face now flush with shame,
his legs runs a 100 meter dash.
his heart beats fast and afraid
for what a shame it really is
for a guy to be caught like that.