Dear Darkness

To the nightmare monsters  
Crushing the leaves  
Just outside of my porch light  
To the silent sweet creaks  
All up in the trees  
Content with their cold under the moonlight

To the out-of-shape shadows  
That linger in waiting  
To the observant eyes  
That hold their ground, shaking

Try not making such trivial fuss  
When I slither outside to check on my dust  
I've only mere minutes out here on the steps  
To loosen my nerves with habitual reps  
I'd rather not mingle with all of your spooks  
Nor listen for acorns to clang off tin roofs

I'm here as a spy  
With a ponderous eye  
Not wanting to wait  
For the coming sunlight

So give me two minutes  
To finish my time  
I'll gather my trinkets  
And go back inside  
~