Something crawls under the floor boards,

It creeps and it scraps and I answer,

Something slithers across the tiles of the roof,

I look to the sky light,

Something grows with the trees in the yard,

I offer it food,

Something calls with the rhythm of the wind,

It screams and it howls, so I teach it to sing,

Something wanders silently in the rain,

It weeps in torrents and it tugs at me,

Something laps quietly at the shadowed edge of the pond,

I avert my eyes and let it drink what is mine,

Something cowers in the shadows of my house,

I hide it from the sun,

Something is see...

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