Dark In My Room

After reading some of A.A Milne’s poems, I wrote this little piece about lying in bed in the dark, trying to go to sleep at night, so far unnamed... taking suggestions please.

It’s pitch black In my room at night Dark as dark Not a speck of light

But now now I see a quiver By the door I start to shiver

It waits still Till I fall asleep Eyes are closed Not making a peep

But between My fingers I see Nothing much It’s black as can be

But I know Something is right there And it will Jump out and appear

It might bite It might give a scratch I might cry I might meet my match

But maybe I’m ready for it Just you wait Cause I can sure hit

It has messed with the wrong Kate