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 © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2021
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