Kid’s Night

Listen to the weather
Knocking at the door.
Rain and wind batters,
Stronger than before.
It’s wild outside,
All manner of noise and woe:
The water is creeping up
And I have no place to go.
Then I hear the screaming
And real panic sets in.
I do not know what to do.
Can’t think of a single thing.
I can hear the approaches,
The shingle speaks its warning
And I quake beneath the covers,
Praying for the morning.

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