Underneath The Bed

Can you hear the whisper,

It’s carried on the breeze,

The faintest touch or shiver,

A feeling of unease.


Something in the shadow,

A hint of what’s to come,

A seed in a mind that’s fallow,

An echo of a rising hum.


Can you smell the aroma,

The change that’s on its way,

The scent of alarmed emotions,

A taste of what’s at play.


Something in the darkness,

A movement to ignore,

The sound of worry rising,

A threat I can’t explore.


Can you see the Gremlins,

Hidden beneath the bed,

Can they see me trembling,

Do you think that they’ve been fed?

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