1978
a very old burglar who is to tell the truth
quite senile
he arose in a trance from his creaky rocking chair
clutching in his hands the filmy crust left by the
evaporation of his old life
a man deaf, and almost blind,
but who's long since forgotten that, so that he thinks he 
never makes a sound and that the world's always dark, 
proper time to burgle.  
He's a reassuring mockery 
of night-time terror to the villagers, like 
white flapping curtains to someone 
who's just awoken from a dream.  
So his visits are traditionally 
a good omen, and cheap pretty things are left 
in obvious places even his blind eyes can see, 
to encourage his return.