Bad Dreams

Bad Dreams

It’s 10 o’clock, the dusky light
Is spooky on this warm June night
And Penny, frightened at the back
Is barking like a Rattlejack

I can’t see what she can see
It must be something dark and free
Swimming, crawling, flying through
Our deepest dreads, (the way they do).

I’ll call her in, she’ll settle down
While I, in tortured dreams will drown
Wondering if some awful beast
Will on my slumb’ring body feast

Or just draw dreams that fill my mind
Of the Hideous, gruesome kind
I’ll restless sleep and toss about
Then wake and wonder…
…..What was that about ?