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.

Illustrated by Phyllis Luch