Toys

Lay your head down soft and sleep,
Crescent moon a glow, yawn and weep.
Owl in croon short distance away,
Soft toys in rest for tomorrows play.

Rhythm in heart slow and content,
Deeper you drift in dreams invent.
Tick of the clock louder and slow,
Mysterious happenings begin to flow.

Sweet doll in the corner begins to sway,
Her eyes in glare watching you lay.
Bear on the shelve climbs down the wall,
Slithering snake and bunny in crawl.

They make their way to the foot of the bed,
Treading carefully to the point of your head.
They whisper and breathe malice of words,
Nonspecial jargon let alone absurd.

Toy chest of all sorts beckoned in call,
Wanting to seize you like never before.
They lay in wait throughout the day,
To come alive in dark and wantonly play.

Their idea of fun is expected to be,
Mischievous and callous, evil and free.
The doll leans over her mouth open wide,
When suddenly T'is dawn and into shadow they hide.

You wake from your slumber in comfort and keep,
Unknowing of the play things in dance while you sleep.