Wow! That is a poished piece!!
I came from a "haunted" childhood and can remember being obsessed as an 8yr old with a poem about a lonely bear in a cage who waited for the night and moonbeams to stream into his cage. All night he would ride the freedom of the moonbeams but was doomed to return to his cage in the morning. Only as an adult do I appreciate the depth of that poem... Thanks CoCo.