Monsters

May I just explain about

My niece’s obsession,

Mighty and strong in its hold on her.

Many a night she

Mopes in her bedroom,

Moaning at me and pointing at the wall.

My old guitar

Makes merry in the space;

Mocking her in its so slight ways,

Maybe it’s not human,

My, it has the face!

Might it be something more uncertain?

May I just explain about

My niece’s obsession:

Monsters that appear from her cupboard at night.

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