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 out to 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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