Unaware Of What Is There - Poem by Jason Clark
' Rad a tat tat ' What is that sound?
I hear something, but nothing's around.
' Rad a tat tat ' What could it be?
I'm getting nervous, should I go see?
' Rad a tat tat ' There it is again.
Is it a sound caused by the wind?
' Rad a tat tat ' It's coming from here.
It's under my bed, what should I fear?
' Rad a tat tat ' It's just my cat.
She's sharpening her claws on an old
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