When You're Five
A distant dog competes with wailing winds,
howling like a banshee in raging gusts.
And a child cowers under the covers,
hugging his teddy bear: a friend he trusts.
The moon is sullied, smeared with charcoal greys,
while lightning flashes light up his bedroom.
And raindrops fall in tumultuous drops,
as a cloudy, starless night, turns to gloom.
His tears swell, as emotional dams burst;
instantly flooding this little boy's face.
And as thunderclaps explode in the night,
his heart is beating at a rapid pace.
The world is a scary place when you're five;
filled with things that want to eat you alive.
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