I should be sleeping
I am sat here writing
I should be dreaming
I am alone here
It is in keeping
I have been working
But mostly daydreaming
There is a spider
There on the ceiling
It does no harm now
That is my feeling
It is after midnight
This April evening
All is in darkness
A time for thieving
Doors are bolted
Locked from levering
Who prowls out there
Is it the Badgers breathing
