A rhyming tale of one child's frightful night. |
Scary Things That Are Sometimes Not So Scary By: Shasta Cannon As I lay in my bed shadows appear The toys that I play with suddenly I fear My toys distort in the dark as they seem to grow My toys become strange to me and act like they know They scare me, terrify me you could say I suddenly wish for it to be day I call out “Momma! Help me please”! She comes rushing in and puts me right at ease She goes over to turn on the light And shows me that it's all right What I am seeing are only shadows on the wall That can be mermaids, fairies or flowers that grow tall Then she leans over close and says, “Do not be so weary because scary things sometimes are not so scary.” Sometimes when I wake up at night and I go to the kitchen. I go to the cabinet to grab my water cup and I pause to listen. The fridge crashes and bumps! And fizzles and thumps! I fly out of the kitchen towards my parents' room. Yelling, “Momma, momma the fridge went BOOM! She gets up and goes to the fridge to see What has gotten into me! She hears the sounds like click and splatter! My mother now realizes what is the matter! She opens the freezer door To show me that it is nothing more Than the ice machine in our freezer Of course, I did not want to believe her However, there it was as clear as day It was that ice machine that had spooked me this way Then mom sends me off to bed, but not before giving me a kiss on my head. And reminds me not to be so weary because scary things are sometimes not so scary. Later that night I hear a scratch on my window. All I can manage is a tiny “oh no.” This time it is not growing on my walls or in my head. It is occurring right outside my window near my bed. I am too scared to blink or even scream. I am frozen to my bed just like ice cream. I can not move or even yell. I feel like I have been put under a spell. Just when I think I can not take much more. Guess who shows up at my door? “Mom?” That's when she peeks in my room and says “It is a dark and windy night and I want to make sure you are all right?” With a sigh of relief I manage to hide my grief I look up at her and say “Do not worry about me mom for I am not weary because scary things sometimes are not so scary”. The End |