Draw The Blinds Poem by Juan Olivarez

Draw the blinds, close the drapes,
Hurry up and close the door.
I see horrible demonic shapes,
And they chill me to the core.

Turn off the TV, don't make a sound,
Be as quiet as a mouse.
Soon at the door they'll start to pound,
Rattling the windows of the house.

There they are, I hear them outside,
Knocking on every window pane.
But I will stay right here and hide,
Until they head on down the lane.

Theres nothing on Earth, that scares me so,
And makes me shiver on the floor.
And pray for deliverance until they go,
As Jehovah's Witnesses at the door.

7/16/14
ALTON TEXAS