Midnight Walk

• Debbie Belfield, Grade 5, Scone Grammar School
• Poetry
• 2001

3rd in the 'Believe It Or Not 2001' competition

Out of my bed I creep,
Hoping not to make a peep.
Down the stairs I go,
One by one they slowly flow.
At the bottom of the stairs,
A little cheep moves my hairs.

Oh, it is only my bird,
I thought it was something absurd.
Like a ghost that died, hung to a post,
No it couldn’t be, how silly of me!

Then I made a creak,
Just when I was trying to sneak.
Mum’s head popped around the door,
“Get to bed!” I heard her roar.
Tomorrow we will have a talk,
That was the end of my midnight walk.