The Secrets of the Night
The sun has fallen,
the moon has risen.
The monsters that lurk,
are finally out to play.
Children fast asleep,
as the mosnters start to peek.
At night,
when you feel like you're being watched,
it's the monsters,
in your closet,
under your bed.
Why do they prey this way?
Because it's easier, they say.
Copyright © Johneta Ohler | Year Posted 2012
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