Play Possum

A game she had played every night on guard for that opened-door light; was quick to react, cause it was a fact- each time, it was somewhat a fright! Cause, under the covers, you see, 'twas something, that just shouldn't be; a light in her hand hid like contraband for something, she'd do happily. At this hour, she should be asleep- so that's why mom comes in to peep. And to mom's surprise closed tight are her eyes- zonked out like she counted her sheep. But, little did mom come to know that hiding beneath the bed throw- another good book a light in the crook for reading by her secret glow! Play possum was her secret game; close book and light- shut eyes became for seven-year-old worth its weight in gold to do what she loved without blame! October 19, 2021 First Place Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 Sponsor: Edward Ibeh Theme 3: Play Possum 8 syllable lines, rhythm -/--/--/ 5 syllable lines, rhythm -/--/ True! One of my granddaughters many years ago!