Where Did Midnight Go
Where did Midnight go, oh, where could he be?
So many were looking, but this did not include me.
His secret is safe, I know where he will often hide.
I listen as the children run about calling, outside.
Why don’t you tell them? My husband asks me.
They are having a great time, don’t you see?
But they will never find him, right? Asks Lee.
He does not know children as well as me.
They do find Midnight, and they gently scoop him out.
Of the pot where he was hiding, without whisper, purr or shout.
They carry him around and baby him, and I see he loves it so.
He will be worn out, ready for a nap, when the kids finally go.
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