Late Night Reading

I make a tent with my knees,
Dad's huge flashlight helps me see.

I smuggled my book to bed,
If I get caught, I'll be dead.

I know it has gotten late,
But these last chapters can't wait.

I close my book with a yawn,
Barely finishing by dawn.

1 comment:

Joy said...

What fun. I remember these nights, I usually had a western I was reading. What were you reading?

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