Pottery Corner 14

I swapped my Grandad for Carrots

I can see in the darkness at night
My eyes are lamps so bright,
I have to keep them screwed up tight
At night or I might blind you
With the light from my little eye,
That lets me spot the things that fly
And scurry or scrape around the dark places,
With tiny white fingers and hair on their faces.
They rustle and ratchet right under my bed,
Or sometimes they’re under the pillow instead.
But as long as I keep both my eyes shut so tight,
The bad things won’t see me and I’ll be alright.
Or at least, I might…

…It worked last night..