While I lay Sleeping

 

It ran along the baseboard

at the table leg - went right,

all the time I’m sleeping,

things scurry through the night.

 

It hopped across the carpet,

snuck beneath the rug –

with many legs and whiskers

its an ugly little thug.

 

Traps and sprays won’t end it,

it has cousins far and wide –

with many nooks and crannies

when it decides to hide.

 

I may in time get sleepy

might even start to yawn,

its all together creepy

for now, the light stays on.