I hear the whispers of the night, <br />Strange sounds are all around. <br />Huddled deep in my bed with fright, <br />Listening to my heart pound. <br />Imagination rooted deep inside of me, <br />Conjures up all kinds of beings weird. <br />I should not eat so much for tea, <br />Then I would not see the man with the beard. <br />Small old eyes red with blood, <br />Mouth opening and closing wide, <br />I fell out of my bed with a thud., <br />Seeking for a place to hide.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispers-4/