Stacey N. Binning (nee Jones)

SOFTLY CREEPING

Softly creeping, softly now!
The gentle giant sleeps.
Curled up in all her comforts,
She has more wants than needs.
But wait! What is that?
The giant, she now stirs.
Someone crept too loudly,
And her anger she now unfurls.
This giant has a heart of gold,
But her claws are made of steel.
Creep too loudly upon her place,
And much pain you will feel.
The giant now, fully awake,
Takes a long hard look around.
You think you can run, run away,
But know that you’ll be found.
Softly creeping, softly now!
The giant buries her dead.
But it will be a long, long time, a long, long wait,
Before the giant goes back to bed.