Things That Go Bump In The Night Poem by Phillip Robertson

I can hear things outside my window
Things that I can’t seem to recognise
There are many things
There are very loud noises
Crashes and bangs
Huge walloping impacts
Then there are screams
Strange banshee cries
They tear through the walls of my bedroom
There are others sounds too
Things that I don’t think should be heard
Things that can’t be heard
I can only hear them
Because nobody else wants to hear them
But I can listen to the sounds
And I hear every one
And it scares me