.:The Dark:.

I don't like the dark coming to my head

It feels like a blanket thrown over my bed

I don't like the dark coming to my head

I don't like the dark coming over me

It feels like the room's full of things I can't see

I don't like the dark coming over me

There isn't enough light from under the door

It only just reaches the edge of the floor

There isn't enough light from under the door

I wish that my dad hadn't put out the light

It feels like there's something that's just out of sight

I wish that my dad hadn't put out the light

But under the bedclothes it's warm and secure

You can't see the ceiling, you can't see the floor

Yes, under the bedclothes it's warm and secure

So I think I'll stay here till it's daylight once more

Adrian Henri

Anthology of Poems for Year 4, 5 and 6