Mystery Visitors
I can hear inside my walls at nightscratching made a little creatures
I hope they're small and cute
not dangerous with scarry features
Perhaps they are white-footed mice
finding their way out of the cold
Bitter wind that shakes and howls
huddling
cuddling
warm and safe
from predatory shrews and owls
Could it be Red Squirrels in hiding
that come and go as they please
hoarding seeds robbed from hungry birds
that gather outside in the trees?
Maybe it's chipmunks
nestled inside the walls
stretching and exploring like
running down halls
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