In A Child's Mind, On His First Night Alone Poem by Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

(For Lugat)

Awakening, he hears the sound of creaking floor
Monsters forced their way through his locked door
The rain stomps like a strong soldier on the roof
Someone is angry; the sonorous thunder is proof

He knows under the bed skulks a six-eyed creature
In the dense shadows prowls a three-legged vulture
Yesterday, he saw them inside the television set
They carved a hole on the screen to make an exit

Where is the light? Darkness rules his small room
Without the brightness, adjacent him is his doom
Shaking all over, small body soaked in anxious sweat
He swims deeper into his Winnie the Pooh blanket

Tiny hand clamps little mouth to keep himself quiet
The monsters might hear him and devour him as meat
Where is old Mr. Batman, where is Mr. Spiderman?
For them the scared boy waits, not yet a disillusioned fan.

His parents slumber deep in the connecting budoir
God must rouse them now, to check on the little boy
The rain will sound like music, the monsters will vanish
Gentle words will slice his fear, his nightmare will perish.

(15 June 2000)