Nocturnal

This poem was inspired listening to Night Season by David Nevue, and goes out to all nocturnals like me, up at night looking out of the window, or looking at a window...in your computer (lame):

The sky clears up to a full moon,

bright, silver and young
The darkness lets out its grimly goons,
The night is just begun 

By the window cold sits the cold dew,
and I on my cold feet fixed
A creature of the night might be staring at you, 
goblins, gremlins or maybe mixed

Care to join me for a nightly walk?
To the darkness which meets the silvery sky
To the place where dark shadows stalk
Where wilderness hear's no man's cry

Are you sure you are alone?
Why don't you look under your bed?
Why does a chill run down your bone?
Why don't you run and hide instead?

I'm still sitting motionless,
by the dark window of my room
the words of a tale maybe painless,
say a prayer to keep from the nightly goons.