Poem #1 Footsteps

I lay asleep

Under the covers

When footsteps

Sound the halls

At night I wonder

“Who could it be?”

As I lay there

Under the covers

The footsteps get

Closer and closer

Until they’re up to

My door

They stand there


So still

I hear breathing

Then nothing

In the sleeping house

When I lay there

Under the covers

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