Something comes creeping

Through the dark night

I look from my window

But it's just out of sight!

Something comes knocking

Knocking at my door

I turn the handle... slowly

But, it's there no more!

Something comes crawling

Crawling so slow

Shall I turn to look?

I no longer know!

Something is breathing

Under my bed!

I dare not look

'case it ...

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Nestled upon a pillow of cloud

The moon sat, big and fat

As I watched it from my garden

In a cul-de-sac

It didn't really do much

Just illuminate the sky

But, then I thought: that alone

Makes it a greater thing than I ! 

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