When I'M Alone Poem by Patti Masterman

When I'm alone and it is dark,
I find I've made a choice;
To be as silent as I can-
Lest it recognize my voice.

Sometimes I feel a presence
Waiting in black of night,
I feel that it is stalking me-
And knows not wrong from right.

I don't want to make a sound,
Less it hone in on my heat;
Or maybe read my louder thoughts-
Which for monsters, is no feat.

The slightest sound I make then
Will always give me pause-
For the monster may have heard it-
And he has horns, teeth and claws.

I've no doubt he's got those very things,
In the deepest brooding night,
So I make a smaller target
Until the morning's light.

It works for me, this method;
You'd be smart to try it too:
Be silent in the darkness,
So the monsters won’t find you.

(and never, ever lean over to look under the bed!)