Night invader
By Jenny Erlanger
I’m woken by a presence
in the middle of the night.
I’d scream to get attention
but I’m paralysed with fright.
There’s something like a zombie
shuffling slowly round my bed.
Its eyes are staring wildly
from a vacant-looking head.
The figure edges closer.
and I’m just about to pray
then I recognise its features
and the terror drains away.
I’m glad it’s not a monster,
not some evil-minded creep
but I wish my little sister
wouldn’t wander in her sleep!
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Hello Jenny, A fantastic poem. The writing was extremely smooth which very few poets ever achieve. It was funny with a good ending.
Kind regards—-John
Another excellent poem, Jenny. Well done.
Enjoyed this one, Jenny. One to keep.
Love it 🙂