A Book at Besdtime

by Mark Rawlins   May 8, 2016


Wild!
Wild!
The city is wild
and the rats
and the dogs
all pass by.

Sad.
Sad.
She's a sad lonely child
and she cries
and she asks herself why.

Hour upon hour
and days upon ages
she seeks her escape
through the turning of pages ...

and the story unfolds
and she shivers with fright
and she shivers with cold
with the fear of the night.

Snug.
Snug
as snug as a bug
she clings to the last
crack of light.

Snug.
Snug
cocooned in her rug
she turns to her
Wuthering Height ...

but upon her window
he still hasn't tapped
and in this shop window
she's a butterfly ....
Trapped.

Wild!
Wild!
The city is wild
and the rats
and the dogs
all pass by.

Sad.
Sad.
She's a sad lonely child
and she cries
and she asks
herself why ...

that upon her window
he still hasn't tapped.
and in this shop window
she's a butterfly ...
Trapped!

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  • 6 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Whoa... Fantastic job! The story and pace of this one are a delight... You are the master of repetition!

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Absolutely lovely write -captivating through to the end.