Bugs (software) – a poem

Lurking and hiding behind innocuous lines
They dark and dodge and assume disguise
Reaching multiple arms to disorder intent
Hidden till exposed by unexpected rents

The hunter’s not garbed in camo or hides
Sees with unseeming weapons to sniff out and find
Not a footstep to follow, not a track to be seen
Picking up traces, trained eyes that are keen

Bugs (software) – a poem