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Last week a sound pulled me awake,
A sigh, a growl, it made me quake, 
My paranoia ran too deep, 
For me to once more get to sleep. 
What fangs?! What claws?! were in the dark, 
That morning banished by the lark. 
Her dulcet tones spelt sweet release, 
The monster left, I slept in peace. 
But with the dusk he came again, 
And though his shape I did not ken, 
I knew the hungry thing was there, 
I felt his desperate, greedy stare. 
And from the corner of my eye, 
A shadow loomed, I heard a cry, 
My last nerve broke! I hit the light, 
And saw a tail bound out of sight. 
First fangs and claws, now bushy tail! 
Gnashing teeth and mournful wail! 
The monster hid beneath the bed- 
With light in hand, and filled with dread, 
I stood, I stooped, I peered beneath, 
Expecting gleaming, monster teeth! 
There were no claws, no fangs, no beast! 
No need for ghosts' or demons' priest! 
In fact, no need for much at all - 
I laughed and smiled at Monster's call: 
"Meow."