Children Of The Night

11502602646_7541be5447_oby Taymaz Valley21 Jun 2014

Late into the foggiest dim night
when every grownup is asleep,
little creatures roam and creep,
down the deserted, dark streets.

The crows circle above and caw;
trees shake scratching the windows;
the winds howl, squeal and shriek,
while foul feet on the rooftops tiptoe.

The house creaks as the dog snores,
something sinister is happening deep,
the bloodshot menacing eyes watching,
from between the door ajar they peek.

Let this be a lesson to all you kids,
eat your tea early and hurry to bed,
read a book that makes you happy,
only smiles in kip bring morning back.