I crawl and tiptoe as I watch you weep,
you lie on your couch with a wound so deep.
I inch closer to pacify your grief,
seeing me, you screeched a ghastly shrill that made me freak.
Worriedly I ran up towards the roof,
you came with a pillow and hushed me with a poof.
Drained with constant efforts, you sit back and hurl a grin,
swiftly I hide in my hole wondering was my concern actually a sin?