Be still
Don’t move a muscle
Don’t flinch
Just wait
Knotty pine wall panels
Fanged beasts lurk
Look through frosted glass
The moon pokes through the elms
Headlights of passing cars
Slide across heavy drapes like
Searchlights seeking a plane
Lost in the night
Nursery Rhyme imprinted wallpaper
Lost sheep,
A dish, a spoon,
A cow over the moon
A fiddler cat
In a feathered cap and boots
But you can’t
Look away
You can’t help but
Look
Eyes can’t be trusted
A serpent’s shadow
Slithers on the ceiling
A scarab beetle
Crawls up the wall
The tail of a scorpion
Rattles on the floor
It is hard to tell
What is real in the dark.