It's pitch black and the only sound is my breath
That I'm fighting to keep under control
Until the little tip tap tip tap
Comes up the stairs
And pushes the door open
Then the tip tap tip tap
Turns into two
And each cross my room
Hesitating at my bed
Then they jump and I yelp
And she comes up to try and lick my face
So I laugh and push her away
He flops down beside me, warm and cuddly
Thank you for the tip tap tip tap.
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As It Is
PoetryShort bits of writing I come up with in my everyday life - I try to see the world as pretty