I wander round the house barefoot,
And often, late at night,
Because I see sufficiently
I don’t put on the light.
But as the darker nights draw in
And summer turns to fall,
I’m having to beware
The lurking monsters in the hall.
Thanks to the dog’s propensity
For garden centred fun,
The back door stands wide open
Even when the day is done.
There’s black and shiny beetles,
Moths and then a slug or two,
Who leave trace of their passage
With a silver trail of goo.
There’s spiders, big as dinosaurs,
The rare, intrepid frog,
Whose unexpected presence
Really scared the daft small dog.
We’ve had a bird or two fly in,
But only in the day,
And they just look around a bit
Then up and fly away.
My problem is, I do not wish
To meet a stealthy guest,
Barefooted in the dead of night,
As I go to my rest.
Such intimate acquaintance
Means that I must now equip us
With working lightbulbs in the hall…
Or repossess my slippers!
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
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Oh no you don’t want to step in anythi g untoward Sue!!!
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It is not so much ‘in’ as ‘on’ that worries me 😉
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That too!!!
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Is that… the sacred much-lamented missing ball?
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No… this is the replacement, now equally sanctified and worshipped newer ball 😉
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Gave me a shudder and a chuckle. Thanks.
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I love this poem, Sue. I ran down our corridor at home in the dark one evening and stepped on a rain spider. It was horrible when it went crunch.
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Slugs are nfintely worse than spiders where I amconcerned…though I doubt the spider sees it that way 🙂
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks, Jaye x
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I too, trot about at night in bare feet. Not found anything nasty yet, but… I must be overdue!
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I just hope you never find a slug that way…
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Uggh!
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😀
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Ew. No stepping on random slugs, Sue. Ha ha. I’m forbidden from leaving the door open because of the bats.
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We get a lot of bats here too, and I have to say I would love to see one closer than flitting over head.
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Oh my gosh, Sue, this is a terrific poem. Poor Ani, she loves those slippers! Most of the visitors I would be okay with, but not slugs. Ewwww!
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I don’t mind any of them, except the slugs…unless I meet them barefoot 😉
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Like minds…
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Pure Delight!! 🙂 The poem…not the icky possibilities 🙂
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Yes I did 🙂 And how are you feeling now?
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Better than I did yesterday 🙂
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Oh, that’s wonderful to hear–I’ll keep the prayers going 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Most welcome, dear 🙂
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Lol! I never walk around without slippers. No worries about intruders, just stubbing my toes. 🙂 ❤
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Slippers o not, I can still manage that 🙂
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Oh yes, I hear you, lol. 🙂 xx
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😀 xxx
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Slippers a must! Why not install a dog-door? It must be getting really chilly!
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She is not a small dog, whatever she says… and most of the wall is glass… and she likes to sit half in, half out. The fresh air is good for me… or so she tells me ;).
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Oh, there’s nothing like a cold, wet, slimy, squishy … thing… under your toes at 3am … ** shudders**
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No… nothing at all…and once is more than enough…
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Our beloved companions rule our lives don’t they… Mostly for the best. 💜💗
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They like to think so.
Much love. Ani 😉 xx
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Ani you are so cute 💜
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😀 ❤
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