Night Shoes
Night shoes wait ‘til we’re abed
and tiptoe ‘round the room.
Slipping through the shadows,
and sliding through the gloom.
They wait where it is darkest,
where we can’t see at all,
they jump out into our path…
to make us trip and fall.
5/14/2019
NIGHT SHOES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
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