RDP: Onomatopoeia

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Late last night
in my dark parlor bathed in silver moonlight
I heard
a
cough
and then I heard a
creak
and then I felt a
thump that made my floorboards jump under my feet.
I held my breath
I let it go
and as I did
something
howled,
someone
growled
I put my hand over my chest.
Oh, be still my silly heart.
Our Werewolves have arrived for tea.

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