Things
Things that creep and crawl,
Will sleek and slide and writhe,
Things that deeply drawl,
Claws that grab you deep!
Come seek the things in the dark,
For darkness hides a nasty thing,
A creepy, crawly, that harasses me,
Hiding underneath the bed, I listen to it sing.
Darkness falls upon the place,
I seek to find the light come through,
Instead the devil shows his face,
Flames and fear come into view.
This scary awful place,
I hide beneath the blankets so they cannot see my face,
What is that shadow over there?
It was just the cat's apace!
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