Whenever I can't go to sleep Though I have said my prayers and all, Around the room queer noises creep And lights and shadows dance and leap Above me on the wall. The dark gets full of dreadful things That tiptoe round and round my bed— I hear the rustling of wings And little creaks and whisperings— I dassent turn my head. But when there sounds upon the stair My mother's footstep, drawing near, The dark just turns to empty air— And all around there's nothing there To cause a bit of fear. Then I imagine, one by one, The things that scare me most of all; They make the little shivers run Along my back. It's lots of fun— @3While mother's in the hall!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH I KNOW, I REMEMBER, BUT HOW CAN I HELP YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |