The leaves they lie but all around
a silent carpet on the ground
listen carefully if you dare
fix your eyes in a stare
As you look the ground it moves
is it monsters, is it wolves
raising slowly from the past
have they come to haunt at last
Maybe if I stand quite still
I wont get to feel so ill
the fear is real right in my head
oh why did I get out of bed
A burst of leaves the monsters rising
my bowls are moving, not surprising
as I turn and start to run
bloody hell it is my son
He laughs he giggles, he squirms with glee
never has he frightened me
but for the first time and not the last
he has got his own back for the past
jack frost
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-boys-revenge/
