When I'M Alone

When I'm alone and it is dark, I find I've made a choice; To be as silent as I can- Lest it recognize my voice. Sometimes I feel a presence Waiting in black of night, I feel that it is stalking me- And knows not wrong from right. I don't want to make a sound, Less it hone in on my heat; Or maybe read my louder thoughts- Which for monsters, is no feat. The slightest sound I make then Will always give me pause- For the monster may have heard it- And he has horns, teeth and claws. I've no doubt he's got those very things, In the deepest brooding night, So I make a smaller target Until the morning's light. It works for me, this method; You'd be smart to try it too: Be silent in the darkness, So the monsters won’t find you. (and never, ever lean over to look under the bed!)