Free Range Poetry
2Dec/13

a noise in the attic

Something went thump, or bang, or squeak,
Where the boxes and baffles are kept,
And I was too scared to go up for a peek
So I sent up the old man instead.

"What do you see?" I asked of him,
"With your flashlight beam so bright?"
"It's only a mouse, wee timorous thing,"
He said, "no cause for a fright."

Something went thump, or bang, or squeak,
Where the old books and hatpins are kept,
And I was too scared to go up for a peek
So I sent up the old man instead.

"What do you see?" I asked of him,
"With your candlestick so bright?"
"It's a only snake, with a taste for mice,"
He said, "no cause for a fright."

Something went thump, or bang, or squeak,
Where the costumes and clap-boards are kept,
And I was too scared to go up for a peek
So I sent up the old man instead.

"What do you see?" I asked of him,
"With your lantern lit so bright?"
"It's an owl, with a penchant for snakes,"
He said, "no cause for a fright."

Something went thump, or bang, or squeak,
Where the old shoes and secrets are kept,
And I was too scared to go up for a peek
So I sent up the old man instead.

"What do you see?" I asked of him,
"With your electric torch so bright?"
"It's only a cat, in an owl-feathered hat,"
He said, "no cause for a fright."

Something went thump, or bang, or squeak,
Where the dust and diamonds are kept,
And I was too scared to go up for a peek
So I sent up the old man instead.

"What do you see?" I asked of him,
"With your hurricane lamp so bright?"
"It's a fox, with a cat-tailed grin,"
He said, "no cause for a fright."

Something went thump, or bang, or squeak,
Where the furs and the memories are kept,
And I was too scared to go up for a peek
So I sent up the old man instead.

"What do you see?" I asked of him,
"With your penlight beam so bright?"
"It's just a coyote, with a fox-fur stole,"
He said, "no cause for a fright."

Something went thump, or bang, or squeak,
Where the tchotchkes and clutter are kept,
And I was too scared to go up for a peek
So I sent up the old man instead.

"What do you see?" I asked of him,
"With your lighter that flickers so bright?"
"It's just a bear, lying down for a nap,"
He said, "no cause for a fright."

Something went thump, or bang, or squeak,
Where the dolls and the doilies are kept,
And I was too scared to go up for a peek
So I sent up the old man instead.

"What do you see?" I asked of him,
"With your beacon that shines so bright?"
"It's a tree, grown tall with leaves and all,"
He said, "no cause for a fright."

Something went thump, or bang, or squeak,
Where the treasures and dreams are kept,
And I was too scared to go up for a peek
So I sent up the old man instead.

"What do you see?" I asked of him,
"With your eyes that gleam so bright?"
"A giraffe, and he's eating those leaves,"
He said, "no cause for a fright."

"No cause for a fright?" I asked, aghast.
"There's a giraffe in my attic up there!"

"No, no cause for a fright," he said,
"Unless he wakes up that bear."

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