Things that go Bump

The things I see in the dark

are rarely ever kind,

They’re always in the shadows

and only in my mind.

I hope they never bite me

for that would do me in,

I’m sure I must be tasty

all covered up with skin.

I’ll try to think of something else

not scare myself to bits,

I hope the morning sky’s so big

when the Sun comes up – it fits.