Hermit the hunchback old man on the hill,
From dusk until dawn his cottage stands still.
Hermit is out there patrolling the night;
With lantern and staff, he peers with his light.
All nightly creatures know Hermit by name,
He's weighed them all up to see if they're tame.
Flowers and plants that by night brightly bloom -
Under his lamp light are lovingly groomed.
It's during these hours that Hermit can see,
His mind has the power to let things be.
Secrets of daylight he's stored in his mind,
With lantern he peers, all in his good time.
~ Zai Tracea
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