Thing In The Night Poem by Kathryn Kubacki

Fills the air you breath
Watches in the day
Yet looms in the shadows
Never showing its face

Preparing your grave
That of when it comes you will need
Cannot escape the observer
It's rules you will heed

Illuminations you wonder
Of which shadow comes from light
Many have tried to figure
And meeting before they might

Such a simple thing to think
But yet not at all
For what comes after
Is leaving us in awe

Leaves such a fright
They try to run
They forget their sight
Trying to hide from the thing in the night

What everyone forgets
The bark worse than its bite
Even though it is darkness
Death comes from light.