Ode to the Thing in the Attic

I do not know
quite what you are.
You may be very small,
but you sound
so very large.
I bait the trap
that I set for you,
worried that I may
actually catch you,
and then what?
Are you tiny and afraid?
Are you up there
all alone?
Would you cower and shiver?
Would you bite and scratch?
Would you be friendly and need me?
Do you want fruit
or fowl
or fish?
Or do you just want to be
up there
waiting for the lights to go out
waiting for the moon
to light your way
waiting for your sounds
to be part of my night sounds
part of my dreams
part of my house?

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