Nana's old bed
At the end of the hall,

Bare feet on gold wood
Cannot sleep
Though I should,

Too Dark,
I draw up the shade

Small crack
Less black,

Green light
Not sky light
from the streetlight,
Too bright

As I gaze out
She stands out,

Abnormal, there
She too does stare

A lone deer
No fear

Mocking
Head cocking

Our eyes hold
Her eyes bold

Soon She breaks
And trots away

Into the dark space
Where the green light does not trace,

Now I know what I must do,
Beautiful green deer,
Thank you
<3