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