Raking leaf-fall after dark
Ain’t a picnic in the park;
As I rake by back-yard spotlight,
I am wishing it were NOT night
Cuz dark shadows ’cross the lawn
Make me feel so creeped upon
That with each load I am notching,
I’m just sure that someone’s watching…
But the only thing near me
Is the umbrage of a tree –
Just the tree whose leaves I’m raking.
Oh! The tree whose leaves I’m taking!
—Anon A.M. <:O~