Monsters in the Loft

Posted on May 29, 2012


The brother and sister hate their room
For in it they have a loft
Where dark things lurk in the gloom
And noises made up there so soft

Things that scuttle in the night
Up in that little square door
They huddle together from its sight
For their fear is raw

Something moves as they drift off
Waking them now, eyes and ears alert
A sound like someone out of puff
An old man or thing sounding hurt?

So scared are they of the monsters in the loft
That they jump out of bed
And to their parents they run off
Telling tales of dread

Eventually they are calmed down
It’s just mice they say, to sleep they finally go
But the noises in the loft still sound
Flowing to their parents down below

Posted in: Poetry