Curtains for Sweet Sue

She hears a noise behind the bedroom curtain

(She has thick curtains to keep out the cold)

And thinks to look, inspect, but isn’t certain

(“It’s warm right here,” she thinks, and isn’t bold)

The noises grow much louder now, and shrill

(Like spiders, if they ever learned to talk)

And so the space around her grows quite chill

(It’s then the hidden thing begins to walk)

She’s deeply underneath her woollen covers

(She can’t see it and it can’t see her too)

Above her bed the toothy thing now hovers

(It knows her and it calls her name, “Sweet Sue”)

She knows that this is not her little dream

(She’d like to, but she can’t, begin to scream)