The Noise
It happened on a snowy night
Not very long ago
My wife and I were sleeping
But I was tossing to and fro
We awaken to an awful noise
One we'd never heard before
The sound of it was frightful
And I knew I had to explore
It wasn't in the closet
Or the kitchen where we eat
It wasn't the dog for he was there
Cowering at our feet
It wasn't in the attic
For no footsteps were heard at all
I picked up my Louisville slugger
As I wandered down the hall
It wasn't in the living room
Or on the bathroom floor
I crept downstairs with bat in hand
As I opened the basement door
Each step would seem like hours
As I quietly held my breath
One mistake could bring me closer
To a most untimely death
I fumbled with the light switch
Anticipation filled the air
The moment of truth had finally come
To see what monster was there
Now that I have your attention
I hope you're ready to scream
For none of this really happened
It was only just a dream
I'm sorry about the ending
But you really should have known
This is the kind of poems I write
Whenever I'm alone
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