an online journal of student writing
By Kaitlyn Christianson
He comes in the night when he is hungry.
He doesn’t like cookies or crackers or
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
What he does like is dirty socks.
My brother said he saw him one night,
Sneaking around the house,
Searching our laundry baskets.
He is a fast man and can not be
Caught. He comes in,
Eats a sock or two, (never the
Same sock of course.) Then he
Goes on his way
Until the next night.