Shadows and mists make great poems
Things that hide under beds
And in the mist hidden kisses
Clouds and thunder and lightning
Things in shadows so frightening
Have you ever walked along a bubbling brook?
Or between the arches shadows a picture took?
And in your imagination what does hide under the bed?
Angel of protection or things of dread
I creeped to my closet and peered inside
And there making noise the kitten did hide
Outside on the roof a beautiful rainbow
Not all things that appear are bad you know
Or have you stayed awake to watch a falling star show
And out of the shadowed mist a moon did glow
And as I write about shadows and mists and closets
And rainbows and lighting and thunder and under the bed
It seems no poetry written bout them should go unread