I used to enjoy games like Hide-
’n’-Seek. The last time, I recall
squeezing down, flat on my side,
behind a chest of drawers along the wall
in the middle of the house. I was concealed so well
I could hear everything, and, for the most part, see.
And no one found me. And I fell
asleep. At Ali Ali Income-Free
nobody called my name.
But I was all right,
I guess. When I woke it was night—
I’d won! But. Oh. The game
was over. Everyone had gone to bed
and was asleep.
Nobody saw me turn red.
I climbed upstairs and didn’t make a peep.
Next day I played an Indian
and didn’t mind. No one asked me where
I’d gone the night before, but I didn’t care
much, though I never played Hide-’n’-Seek again.
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