A dark figure
slowly
approaches
the lighted window,
on his shoulders
a huge black sack
which moves
frantically.
His tongue
taste
the cold air
of December,
while
his eyes
shining
maliciously
at the sight of his prey,
that will disappear into darkness.
Poem (C): Me
“Krampus mit Kind (Krampus with a Child)” postcard from around 1911 (C): Anonymous
“A St. Nicholas procession with Krampus and other characters” (1910) (C): Anonymous
