Looking for Monsters
Five years old she wakes me.
I grab the torch on a serious monster hunt
We dive under the bed
For eyes that we both dread
Find only forgotten socks
Looking for monsters is thirsty work
We retreat to the kitchen for provisions
Chocolate biscuits and lemonade
We once again resume the hunt
Batteries fading fast
She falls asleep at last
And monsters have to sleep sometime.
For Aimee x