I couldn't believe my eyes a Moosk
Or at least that was the name I gave it
One stormy night lying on my bed
I stared up at the skylight
It rattled over the glass
Crawling like a restless mole in a prison of fear
It eyes where black. its nose was bushy.
Its eyes where funny.
Its head was fat.
It had six balls on its chest for collecting goodness such as soot sorrow and soil
It had a lisp and it shouted at me
Through the glass
"Could I have some sugar for my boils"
I went down stairs and collected some sugar in a cup
But when I returned to the window and opened it wide
I could not see my furry friend
Moosk....Moosk.....Moosk....Moosk....Moosk......Moosk....Moosk.....Moosk.....Moosk....Moosk......
I yelled into the blackness of the night
Moosk......Moosk......Moosk
But all I could hear was two old ladies mumbling about winter rugs and Saturn's surplus sucker....