Over knees we go. Did you hear the sky today? It know’s much more than a cry. Don’t, let’s not see the crisp apple near the little girl with the red dress. She already put you to shame with a look. She is six. Walk in the brook. The mud is deep- It’s very dark. Our room is haunted. It has wooden floor boards and the light from the moon tries to creep. Our closet door creaks open again. who’s there.