The Little Man Who Wasn'T There Poem by Roy Davenport

The Little Man Who Wasn’t There

Last night before I went to sleep
I heard a noise, a creepy squeak.
In the darkness close by my chair
I saw a man that wasn’t there.

He seemed to hover in the space
Near my bed above my face
I didn’t see his scraggly hair
The little man who wasn’t there.

He didn’t scare me in the night
I couldn’t see him in dim light
I didn’t feel him pull my hair
That little man who wasn’t there.

He didn’t float me across my room
And dropp me roughly with a boom.
No evil howls filled the air
from the little man who wasn’t there.

I pulled the covers o’er my head
my shivering body felt like lead
Goosebumps ran from toes to hair
‘cause of the little man who wasn’t there.

so if at night as you prepare for bed
A little man floats o’er your head
and causes you to cringe in fear
Don’t look for me cause I’m not here!
BOO!

RDavenport ©2008