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The Beast In The Attic
The beast in the attic makes its presence known
By lumbering across like a bear, full grown.
I hear it snort and snuffle at any odd hour
Especially at night, when my thoughts are sour.
Is that smell imagined, or does it exist?
I should think that the flies just cannot resist.
So far it's not harmed me. It has stayed up there
Content to drag around its bulk in its lair.
I don't dare take action. I don't want to view
The thing of nightmares, of day horrors too.
So I don't dare explore, or stop up a hole
In case I trap it in, and am its next goal.
