Nacht

January 7, 2015

windows creak open
floor boards shift under its feet
It moves silently
coming to a stop, to feed
on the child where he sleeps

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.