Boo

Creak. Bang. Boo.
Shadows take their time creeping from my closet
with doors I thought I closed
From the night that lie in a hungry wait outside
my fogged up window
The usually reassuring moon
slices through the clouds
and knocks on the glass
But it only makes the darkness dance and jump
now on the white walls of my room

The wind howls
another monster
requesting a visit
Knocking the trees
where ever it please

Sunk low under
soft, comfort
Seeking warmth in the cold fear
Is the darkness of covered eyes
less Frightening
than that
of shadows
and children of the night

Eyes squeezed shut
covered by layers of soft warmth
and happy thoughts
may keep the horror at
bay
For now