Monday, September 22, 2014

The little people

Just before midnight
Before the clock chimes
After the adults have gone to bed
After they put away the wine
Out come the little folk
No bigger than my hands
They glide down from my window
And on my bed they land
They run around my room
Creating a ruckus and a mess
I cannot bear to end their fun

I’ll clean it tomorrow, I guess 

This is an unedited version of my poem. I plan on changing it, but if you have any suggestions, please comment below.