A little late with this one, and I tried a little rhyming. No real scheme to it, but maybe that would come in a later draft.
By Michelle Garren Flye
I just heard a bang downstairs.
The house is dark and cold.
No one’s home but me, I know,
Cause Mom went to the store.
Do I investigate?
Oh, I can’t be that bold.
Tiptoe to the banister and peer below?
Surely it’s better to wait.
That was a creak,
But I’ve heard that one before.
What could that bang have been?
I’ll just go back to my game.
There’s nothing here to hurt me now.
There, I heard it again!
What’s down there creeping around?
I’d better go check—no, wait!
That’s nothing at all but the cat at my door.
Maybe’s he’s lonely…like me.