Bump In the Night
I heard a bump in the night
My skin is crawling, a fearful fright
Will it claw, will it bite
Can I make it to the light
It must be a ferocious beast
A ghoulish monster at least
He wants me to be his next feast
I'll soon be among the deceased
I just can't stand it any more
My running feet hit the floor
Stumbling, fumbling toward the door
Praying I'm not done for
I thought I'd been had
It was going to be bad
Escaped with my life I'm so glad
Jumped into the bed with mom and dad
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2019
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