What is that you're seeing
in the corner of your eye
Stealthful foot steps following
never passing by
In the corner of the mirror
watching when you blink
It is patient and silent
and deadlier than you think
It's bidding time for years
until the time is ripe
Until you've grown enough
and are just the right type
When you have grown enough
to be a tasty morsel
From beneath the bed it comes
through a secret portal
In silence it is waiting
needing to be fed
Out in darkness slithering
from beneath your bed
In your sleep it comes
needing to be fed
Nibbling a tasty morsel
until you are dead
Darlene Walsh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-monster-beneath-the-bed/
