Stranger in the Attic
Silently, stealthily, slowly
He strolled with great care
So as to avoid the floorboard
That would squeak
And seal his fate
Smiling, sweating, successful
He slid past the enemy
That could terminate
The solace he sought
And savored
Sulking, seething, sitting
He swallowed day old soup
And dreamt of caviar
That could soothe his craving
And his sanity
Softly, safely, soberly
He slipped into serenity
Without a struggle
Into the shelter of eternity
And secrets
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