Ghost In My Attic and Underneath
Marching through my yard
heard whispers from the house of the dead
veiling in my attic
at the night
alone, yet with all my might,
hoping to watch the daylight
soon tucked myself on the bed
wondering the stories never told by uncle Fred
there I listen something again
something is watching me from the attic
scared
trying to shut my eyes
sounds again
I screamed
and something just ran underneath my bed
slowly I dared to look down
there I found my long lost cheese thief
the mice with its family at ease
laughing to myself I lowered back to sleep
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