Listen

What is that you're seeing
in the corner of your eye
Stealthy footfalls following
never passing by
In the corner of the mirror
watching when you blink
It is patient, slick and silent
and deadlier than you think
  It's biding time for years and years
until the time is ripe
Until you've grown enough
and are just the right type
  There’s a terrible monster
Who lives beneath my bed.
I hear his long white teeth click.
He’s waiting to be fed.
  I shiver underneath my sheets
And squeeze my eyes up tight.
Maybe if I lie real still
He won’t eat me up tonight…
  He taps me on the shoulder.
I don’t know what to do.
He looks at me and says, “I’m scared!
Can I get in with you?”
  When you have grown enough
to be a tasty morsel
From beneath the bed it comes
through a secret portal
  In silence it is waiting
needing to be fed
Out in darkness slithering
from beneath your bed
  In our sleep it comes to us
needing to be fed
Nibbling a tasty morsel
until we are dead