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Wibble-wobble down the hall
Determined not to fall.
Sliding on the hardwood floor
Until I reach the door.
Door leads down to where I sleep
Down the stairs, I creep.
Rickety stairs rock under me
And oh, I wish I could see.
But at the bottom it gets so bright
I waddle to the window, source of light.
Later I make my way
Back up the stairs today.
And walk down the hall to the place with the food
For hungry is my mood.
I crawl on the counter 'til I reach my snack
Then I head to a room in the back.
A room with a table, wooden and high
Mother awakens from her adjoining room, lets out a sigh.
She carries me away, back down the hall
To yet another room, in which I feel so small.
This room is messy, built just for me
Although I'm not the one who uses it when I'm free.
I put my snack down, no longer hungry
And go through the room where we do our laundry.
To end up in the bathroom, where I wash my hands
And start to make my plans.
I clean up my snack, climb over the little wall
And walk myself back down the hall.
I'm careful not to wake mommy, so she doesn't put me back
As I crawl down the stairs, in the black.
I sit back by the window, tired now
And fall to sleep right there, with a furrowed brow.