Falling Asleep

Moonbeams dancing on my sill;
Like straight pins coming alive.
Shimmering glass on the wall,
The magic of night revives.

Tall shadows from the coat rod,
Give the room a dark aspect;
From the space behind the door,
Greedy goblins you expect.

There’s humming from the heater,
And clanking of the stove,
Sneaky footsteps in the hallway
Smothered by the rugs Granny wove.

Visions wiggle in my head;
Gauzy fleeces cross my eyes;
My last try to stay awake,
Feebly wavers and dies.

Anna B. R., 16
Holmesville, OH

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