Don’t lock me out of the house

I came out through the kitchen door

And I expect – hope to go back in through the kitchen door 

But if you lock it then I’ll have to sleep outside

Under the careful watch of the moon and stars

My very good friends

Maybe I wouldn’t mind

Because I enjoy their company so much and the muted conversations we have 

They listen to me

And they tell great stories too

But then I’ll have to sleep all night outside

I don’t particularly like the thought of that

The night sometimes feels like this:

an endless coat of darkness 

… which we both know could be comforting or consuming 

So please don’t lock me out of the house

Let’s not take chances…

I don’t want to be consumed and possibly wisped up into the moon forever 

Especially not the moon that’s up tonight