Party Animal

Up all night,

out all hours,

howling at the Moon,

eating wild flowers,

chasing moonbeams,

spooked by bats,

hiding from the owls

running with the rats;

slinking in the shadows,

hanging in the trees,

gazing in wonder

at leaves on the breeze;

tired in the mornings,

just a useless lump,

crashed out, snoozing

‘gainst an old tree stump.

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