Sunday, April 15, 2012

Street Light and Tree

If there’s wind at night it’s always certain
There are moving shadows on my curtain.
There are all sorts of scary shapes.
To keep them out I close the drapes.
But if by chance one should slip in,
There is no chance that it would win.
It would simply cringe and wilt
Because Mom made me a magic quilt.

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