In and out I heard the twigs and leaves,
the crackle and crunch as the darkness impeeds,
trapped in a tent the noises get close,
I pull the covers over my head and pull in my toes,
In a fetal position I lay in my fear,
I cover my ears to stop what I hear,
Pots and pans set off a ring,
What could it be what is that thing,
My imagination runs wild night creatures searching for prey,
Visions of large teath claws that slash out,
moments away I know I will shout,
with courage i unzip the tent to take a look,
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............... Mom calls to me \
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