Padded feet resound through the ceiling
Where the masked intruder lurks.
At first, but one named Henry,
Scaring staff upon occasion,
But primarily feasting on crayons
(It’s a poorly recognized miracle that the electricity has not yet been affected).
Then the padding stops,
All is peaceful,
Perhaps he has gone away.
But, alas!
It resumes a month later,
And there is not one Henry,
But two, smaller copies
Intent on making their relocation all the harder.