the moon sunk below the waves of threatening
grey clouds
the stars were swallowed by the
creatures
the closet became alive
with sounds
the horizon called me
forward, come
let me make your
nightmares come alive
under bed became foreboding
scratching on a window pane
forlornly called up
clawed demons
obscure messages
seemed
to make me theirs
thoughts of people I
had lost
tormented
and then
one little kitten
meowed
and called me back