The midnight pool

Out of bed

I'm running down,

Wearing just my slippers

And a dressing gown

I pull back the door

Step out and look,

Towards my favourite

Thinking nook.

Just there,

Beyond those maple trees,

You'll have to crawl

On hands and knees

To reach the place

I love to go,

To sit and think

Where no one knows.

Come, the breeze is gentle

The water cool,

Just me and you

And the midnight pool.

The End

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