to be quiet. It's hard to sleep
when I hear klutzy bumps
in the living room.
They don't scare me
the way they did
when I was a child.
They've kept me
company all these years.
I'd be more scared
if I didn't hear
them bump in the night.
We're ok these days.
It's good to know
someone is out there
in the dark
looking out
while I sleep.
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