Spooky, scary

matted, hairy,

thing that resides under my bed.

Smelly, rotten,

never forgotten,

not sure if it’s dead.

Slither, slides,

floats, and glides,

around the house at night.

Quivers, quakes,

trembles, shakes,

my hand reaches for the light.

Disappears like it was never here,

but never  goes away.

Awaits for night, and fading light

to scare another day!