Where?
is he sleeping tight or
the onery old
boogy
man
tonight he may prowl
He may be under my bed
may have sharpened fangs
be waiting just for me
under covers think
my mind must be clear
bed is not safe from him
he may be under yours
may have sharpened fangs
be they for biting you
under your bed waiting
yours isn't safe from him
no one knows until we look
one must crawl down low
knows not if we're safe
until we look
we must
look real good
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022
- I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 for the prompt idea at
- I used the first four lines of a previous "Monster" poem and used every word there to make four verses here.
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