Day 12

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Things woke me up in the night

And I had to get up and fight

Fire alone should tell them to leave

And give me at least space to breathe

I don't have to search for water or food

This puts me in a good mood

The monkeys at play, they all sway

Turning out to be a nice day

Then it all stopped

Right there on the spot

Monkeys all howling and pounding

Birds not found, or making a sound

Something is wrong, something is near

I panic, along with this comes fear

Something is wrong, something is near

A pair of eyes watching me clear

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