Under the Bed by Chloe Edwards

Shadows of old, Creeping into the room. A scared little mouse, Cries out too soon. – Mother rushes in, A light in her hand. She drives the shadow aside, But she won’t understand. – She closes the door, And wishes me goodnight. And the shadow gets nearer, Riling for a fight. – I scream again...

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