“Peekaboo, I see you!”
Peekaboo
From its current hiding
It comes out looking for something
But then suddenly backing
Never any answers giving or asking
Playing, toying, lurking
Peeking, checking, probing
You may try a tactic different today,
Then shout out:
“Hey, you there; why don’t you come out and play!?”
There is no way of knowing
Whether it’s coming or going
Whatever it has decided of doing
It is for sure, there will be a surprise
Laying low, until it’s time to blow
But for now, just taking it slow
And then: out of the blue:
“Peekaboo, I see you!”
Rantings Of A Third Kind 