Things That Go Bump in the Night

Things that go bump in the night,
fill me with an awful fright.
Are they far, or are they near?
In the dark, I strain to hear.

Things that go creak on the stair
leave me shaking, gasping for air.
Are they going up or down?
I'm sweating so much, I'm starting to drown.

Things that pad quietly into my room,
fill me with thoughts of doom.
Are they walking on my bed?
I feel my soul shrivel with dread.

Things that go "Rrrrr" in my ear
fill me with an icy fear.
Are they breathing, or is that me?
I want to cry, "Help! Mommy!"

Things that are covered with fur
that lick my face and start to purr.
Wait a minute! That's not right!
I get out of bed and turn on the light.

Asleep on my pillow, where I lay my head
a warm furry ball, my pet cat Fred.


Ed Hoyer, Jr.
©1992, 2004 Ed Hoyer, Jr.