Shadow People

Shadows slithering beneath the threshold of my door; Yet I can’t, no shan’t Crack it open and peer outside. Are there people shuffling “bye”, stealing my light? I hear no footsteps? Swing open the door, catch them before they knock. Perhaps it’s only in my unsorted mind. But I’ll catch them if I can, Put them in jars like butterflies or fire flies To prove the validity of my sightings, Their offenses or evils in the night. But why take them as prisoners in my soul? I’ll simply open this old window and set them free. Then shut off the light and “lie” in the darkness.