Wednesday, June 1, 2016


Wo, to all you clever creepers,
That do not know my sleepless eyes
watch and lie in wait

Your steps across the floors are heard
And hidden goings-on surely seen

My enacted stories fill your ears,
Your curtain-climbing's told

Standing there upon legs full of bones,
My grasp can count them, every one

Think before you answer my riddles
giggling like mindless honyocks

for each you young kit's, I rassle and josh in play
are forever my dear smart-foxes.

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