Night Frights
hear soft whispers from below the bed
little cackles and hacks, heaves, breathing
dare to look, down low, where devils go
searing orange orbs poke out from below
under bed skirts a horn with nostrils protrudes
to fear the fangs that hang under that fellow
rising a cry, and fly, to the door
to let in the light, raise the alarm,
there be monsters laying on the floor
clamor back to start,
nothing resides but
bed laid disheveled
but the eyes seen
from a being fled
nothing can be said
thumping beyond
walls dark in night
jeez this is a fright.
4/1/22 - Andy McRae
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