Under The Stairs

 

I have a little friend

He lives in the cupboard

Under the stairs

And every time

I’m on the computer

The door pops open

And I know

That he’s there

Watching me

 

I never see him

And when

I take a peek

Through the crack

All I see is

The jumble

Of boxes

Mops and

Plastic Bags

 

But he is there

Always there

Always watching

Never seen

 

Under the Stairs

 

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

maybe he's harry potter