Sleepless Night
Sleepless night.
From the window I can see
High tide. But
Something’s not right.
I called mom.
She replied:
Dear, good night.
Okay, that’s fine.
But now it’s not,
I see a hand
At my side
I yelled.
There comes it
Spooked face,
Its aghast voice said:
Dear, good night!
