Waiting Up For Irene

The night light burns, Flickering candle in a Jar of clay. Shadows Become rats running And then forming a Circle of dance. I rub My eyes in dis-belief. It's gone 12. I should Be in bed asleep. I am Not. I am waiting up For my sister Irene. I Am tired. I am alone. I am frightened. I feel Like crying. Fearful. I hear a key turn. It's Irene. I am a child. I go to sleep. Night!.