My nightly ritual as a child was to shut the closet door,
to bar the blackout creature from creeping across the floor
and crawling under my narrow bed, grabbing my exposed parts
My imaginative child’s mind reeled with dark spectral visions
of slithering crawling monsters lurking in the shadowy night,
looking for a tasty human morsel like my tiny toes, to bite
Though I may be old now some habits are hard to break
I still close the closet door and keep my limbs covered,
for who knows what lies without, what may be hovering
within this creative poet’s mind and what it can create!
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Riddikulus!