Dark

• Rui shuin Pua, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

In the night, the wind howled,
I sense things moving about.
I heard ghostly sounds,
I think I am found, by the monsters of the dark.
Immortals moving about,
Nothing safe and sound!
Nothing safe and sound!
Goblins dancing around, making a fine loud sound.
I hid under my blanket, not knowing what to do.
Then I bounced out of bed, like a kangaroo.
I ran down the steps, to my mother’s bed.
Banging on the door, with my own head.
Bang! I fell on the floor, it was only a nightmare!