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Cobwebs and Dust

I was up in the attic of our Lovers Lane home
No one else would come up, I was there all alone
The place smelled of mothballs, mildew and rust
With everything covered in cobwebs and dust
I was messing around just like every kid did
Trying to find what my Grandpa had hid
Then from a back room there came a wind gust
That rattled my courage, cobwebs and dust
I opened that door and peered deep inside
The smell that I smelled told me something had died
I turned on my flashlight so my eyes could adjust
But all I could see was more cobwebs and dust
Then using the flashlight to clear a path through
The beam bounced back a light – in fact it showed two
Now I, as a kid, nothing much could disgust
But it knew it was more than just cobwebs and dust
So I inched my way forward to capture my prize
When lo and behold, it was two little eyes
A petrified squirrel; his body just crust
And held to the wall with cobwebs and dust
I started to choke then I started to heave
I knew it was time for me then to leave
I inched my way back for I didn’t trust
The sounds that I heard from those cobwebs and dust
Had some other creature called that place home
I felt that I was no longer alone
I then moved so fast thought I might combust
Right there in the attic in cobwebs and dust

I’ve grown up and moved but my sister lives there
Says the attic is clean but I still don’t care
I haven’t the need for more wanderlust
For any place covered in cobwebs and dust

Mdailey	3/6/12
 

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