Like a Thief in the Night

Shoe prints on the floor,
Rambling Soul had a visitor,
Came in through the door.
Tracks on the ground,
That led to a mound.
Clambered up to the Hills;

Cracked a dead Wood;

Ended on a merry Land.

Twas a long lock one

And darker mocha tone. 

 

Hush Feedjit

Silly rhymes.