When darkness settles in
I see faces behind the clouds
and trees glower with hidden eyes.
Air, cold with the scent of night,
creeps in through my window
to smother me in my bed.
Tiny footfalls murmur
around the patch of light spilling
under my door.
Voices, muffled
through the walls, tell secrets
downstairs in the kitchen.
Mother
can you please come here? I need
to be tucked in.
