The little gremlins
in my house
The little gremlins that live in my house, I hear them early
in the morning when I am up and about, giggling and laughing and singing their
songs. Scurrying and fusing and tumbling along. What do they look like I dare
not take a peek. They might think I am something they might want to eat. What
are they doing up there in my rooms, are they collecting things to carry away to
there house. Slowly I can hear them coming down the stairs, clumping their feet
as they make their way down, chattering and singing, should I hide or should I
run they are coming into the kitchen now and one just called me mom.
by Louise Cutler
