The words of a fearful mother,

"Never let feet wonder under the bed,
those not seen linger there,

But of innocence do child's eyes of wonderment
perceive all that they see, but fingers lie static in
waiting for unfearful ones that sway there little
toes upon the drapes covering the shadows beneath
the bed. Hushed tones converge underneath in silence.

As fingers encroach from obscurity, heeding the
random movements that innocence sings to the air.
Like a viper mimicking its wandering,  delaying until
it impersonates their movements, then the masquerade falls.

A momentary murmur of what was there, now an echo
fading as a mother search's with despair, but the covering
wonders too and froe, Then she knows her baby is lost.The room
is now vacant but a shadow lingers where the bed once laid..