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The Dak Dak

The Dak Dak
The room is small
 With spaceships on the wall paper
A narrow brown wooden table sits quietly under the window.
Dark navy blue curtains fall
With cars and red, faded rockets
A small metal chair sits on the slatted floor.
It is midnight says the grinning, frog faced clock
And it is the time when the Dak Dak comes out.

He waits, until the house is silent
Until the adults are asleep
Then he crawls from under the boy sized bed.
His body smaller than his large green head
With a single eye, he stares, unable to blink
Large teeth glint, with sharpened points.
It is midnight says the story in the book
And it is the time when the Dak Dak comes out.

 Human sense, crawls up the sleepers neck
A slithering, creeping scary alarm
There is no scream in the throat
It is buried in the fear of what came from under the bed
Only rapid panic rises to its height
To move the arms and pull the covers over the head
It is midnight shouts father, stop messing about
It is tomorrow when the Dak Dak next comes out.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 4/27/2021 5:50:00 PM
Awesome imagination and execution. Wherever this comes from you have a rare talent.
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Janine Lever
Date: 4/28/2021 10:02:00 AM
Thank you Eric, you may well say 'wherever this comes from' and the truth is i dont know, i can be cooking or sitting just reflecting on the day or my problem son, who is now 51 (you never get rid of them ha ha) and bish bash bosh, a poem just comes rushing in and the pictures to go with it. So again, thank you so much for your comments. I am humbled. love and peacexxjanine
Date: 4/21/2021 6:51:00 AM
I like it...A lovely little story...All the best Janine
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Janine Lever
Date: 4/21/2021 7:08:00 AM
Thank you Arturo. One of todays little brooks that stream through my head for no reason other than it just does. much appreciate your comment.

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