WHO IS IT
I hear footfalls
Outside
My door....
They are
Heavy,
A man's
I think
And I cower!
It is early
Morning
I say to
Myself...
Who can it
Be
I ask
As further
In my sheets
I hide!
Oh, that I'd have
Powers of
Invisibility
So I would not
Be found
By the one
Outside My
Door
The one with
Thunder feet!
From beneath
My blanket
I peek..
The door
Opens..
Heavens!
Who is it?
And then
A broom
Appears
Along with a
Dustpan...
Oh good grief
I sigh
In relief!
It is only
The Monster
Maid
Come to
Sweep a
Dust storm
Allowing spiders
To get away!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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