Up In the Attic
Up and wide awake at three AM
some creature in the attic once again.
Running, tapping, chewing on the wood
that can't be good.
I jumped from bed to listen
mad as he-double hockey sticks arisen.
Tapped the ceiling, knocked loud on the walls
the momentary silence was merely stall.
My dog growled and ran along
to question the intruders attempt to belong.
We listened and we waited
sent mothballs thru the crawlspace fated.
The chase was on up in the attic
and the show itself quite dramatic.
Thru the overhang he quick escaped
that spot now securely sealed with wire and duct tape.
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