1irst Poem

When I wake,
With a start,
And it's dark,
In the middle of
The night,
I won't wake you;
I wouldn't want you
To have to lie,
I wouldn't want you
To say it was I

Who's afraid of the Moon?

It was you,
It wasn't me,
It wasn't raining,
There wasn't any
Thunder,
I didn't hide under the covers;
Besides,
You were asleep,
Eventually,
So was I