Pitter patter goes the rain,
and thunder begins to roar
The power’s out
The heating’s crashed
But I’m not scared at all.
It’s getting a lot darker
And Baker begins to howl.
The midnight owl’s dawning cry
I’m not scared at all?!?
Lightening strikes not once, but twice
Shadows wait in wings of light.
Creekin’ footsteps up the stairs.
Heart beats pound in my head
I begin to dread.
With an ounce of time,
With all my might I cry
-Dad, Dad, Dad, dad come running up the stairs,
I give him a big hug
And I tell him that I’m now scared.
By Naomi-Rose Walker, age 10 years (my daughter)
© Naomi-Rose Walker, 2015 (11th Sept. 2015)