Peek
At nighttime Whilst I should have slept Out of my room I quietly crept I laid upon The landing floor Hidden from view I was ignored And through the Bannisters I'd peek And listen to The grown-ups speak I did not understand Their woes Instead, deliberately, I chose To focus on the T.V. screen Entranced by its Hypnotic gleam Yet when I heard My Mum say, 'Right, I'm going up now' I'd jump in fright And scurry back Into my bed Thoughts of T.V. shows In my head I wonder Did Mum ever know Of sneaky peeking Long ago?
What a lovely reminiscence of childhood, Trudi. I had a similar TV experience, hiding on a landing and staying up late to peek at that magic black and white TV box where real people somehow managed to live.
This was such a familiar topic for me. I, too, was a "sneaky peaker!" Our historic Cape Cod summer home had knotholes in the wood floor that had long ago pushed through. Those holes were perfect for spying on the adults from my bedroom. I was known to thread a string with a note through a floor hole to see if anyone would notice.