Last night while I lay snug in bed,
Someone was out on the lawn
Whispering soft to the old oak tree,
Telling secrets till almost dawn.
Somebody rattled my windowpane
And howled down the chimney flue.
Someone tossed leaves all over the yard
And scattered the rose petals too.
Somebody tinkled Mom’s glass wind chimes
And rustled around the house.
Then somebody left as quietly
As a velvet-pawed little mouse.

[illustration] Illustrated by Phyllis Luch