The night, wet and stormy, flashes of wrath,
babysitter yawned, too tired for math.
A loud clap of thunder, then after the boom,
voice on the monitor! From the kid's room!
She ran up the stairs, powered by panic
praying for courage, not to get frantic.
Gripping the door, she slowly walked in,
no one was there, just the kid with a grin.
Cute little trick, just recently learned,
to start the tv, which knob she must turn.
Relieved, she laid the child down again....
not seeing the face through the windowpane.
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