There’s a monster under my bed
who used to give me feelings of dread.
I knew my feet he aimed to grab
and drag me under to a place so drab.
So I’d tuck them up under my sheets
and listen to my heart, with its heavy beats.
I’d pray for morning to quickly grow
from the horizon out east with its dawning glow.
Alone in the dark I’d shiver afraid,
with my dad down the hall thinking I’m brave.
Then one night from under my bed
came a tiny little monster with a tiny little head.
Just like me he was scared of the dark,
but into the world that night he embarked.
Quiet and nimble he covered the ground,
to the center of the rug, looking around.
He studied my toys and the art on the wall
before peeking under the door to see in the hall.
Voices and footsteps could be heard from outside,
causing the monster to scurry and hide.
Back under my bed he dove with a shriek
as my door opened slowly with a gentle creak.
Peaking inside to see how I rest,
my dad never saw my tiny little guest.
He walked over quietly to kiss me goodnight.
Then straighten my sheets and tucked me in tight.
Back to the hallway and shutting the door
he left me in darkness, but not like before.
With courage and wonder I thought of my friend
who was more scared of me it turned out in the end.
So I snuggled down quickly, ready to sleep
no longer worried about him grabbing my feet.
K. L. Kent Author 