So I had to write a sonnet for English class the other day, and I thought it turned out really well. 
At night, I can only lie in thinking.
Only listening to the birds chirping.
Preventing all actions except blinking.
With the single thought of someone lurking.
The windows and shutters were closed and locked.
My grip of my medicine grew firmer.
Am I the one thing only to be mocked?
Hearing an abnormal moaning murmur,
I decided to see what outside walked.
When I went outside to view what I heard,
Looking and searching for voices that talked
I saw a large cat that ate a black bird.
Realizing that was my neighbor
At night, I can only lie in thinking.
Only listening to the birds chirping.
Preventing all actions except blinking.
With the single thought of someone lurking.
The windows and shutters were closed and locked.
My grip of my medicine grew firmer.
Am I the one thing only to be mocked?
Hearing an abnormal moaning murmur,
I decided to see what outside walked.
When I went outside to view what I heard,
Looking and searching for voices that talked
I saw a large cat that ate a black bird.
Realizing that was my neighbor
