Old houses play mind games at night
Fans , clocks and creaking Pine floors
Rattling pipes , Squirrels in the attic ,
wind shut screen doors
Tin roofs on rainy nights bring hypnotic
rest , shutters , however , unlatched on a stormy
eve can stand you straight up in the bed
Old barn cats hissing , Hoot owls in nearby trees  ,
Coyotes singing to the Moon , June bugs hitting
windows and Rabbit dogs barking at midnight Deer
Dripping faucets , ice makers , Rhode Island Red
roosters and that fool warming up his Harley at
six a.m. , morning paper skipping across the driveway
followed by the march of the school buses at seven bells ,
It's no wonder I'm crazy as Hell