I placed the Doona on the bed
And the cover in one hand.
I began to push the Doona up,
But it didn’t go as planned.
So I got inside and began to pull,
That plan came into doubt,
As the inside soon became quite full,
And left me no way out.
I kicked in panic,
My screams were manic,
That monster had me trapped.
In its bowels, dark satanic,
Something in me snapped.
I fought a brave and savage fight
And gained the upper hand.
I saw a distant glimpse of light,
And hoped that soon I’d stand.
Outside at last, I raised one arm,
Triumphant in my glory.
Make sure you never come to harm,
By heeding well my story.
When slumber comes so warm and deep,
That foul beast lurks in wait.
It can swallow you when you’re asleep.
Don’t let that be your fate.
© Copyright, Philip Barton, August 15th, 2019. All rights reserved.
