I'm filled with fear.
He has a friend.
He calls it Bear.
It watches me.
It isn't fair.
There's two of them
And one of me,
I can't escape
And need a wee!
But 'til they're gone
I'll hide in dread,
Safely underneath
My bed.
Poem ©Kathryn Evans 2015
Image ©Candy Gourlay 2015