my bed
goes right to the floor
no bogeyman lurks beneath
darkness is haven
soothing my rest
my cat lies near
ghosts are friendly
visits from loved ones
the child sleeps
For Friday Writings #140 at Poets and Storytellers United, we are invited to write about something that's not so scary any more. I had the classic childhood fears. (Yes, I know in America he is – now, and perhaps always – called the boogeyman, but he was the bogeyman here, when I was little.)
