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A short poem written in a 5 minute slot that I had before a meeting a work.

Hush little one

Keep silence still

for in this house

are things that kill.

Quiet little one

No breath you make

within the darkness

they sit in wait.

Watch little one

See through the gap

we'll wait in here 

until they nap.

Slowly little one

Sneak silently past

for if they wake

our life won't last.

Reviews

[Denham Cole]

An eerie little poem with a big looming shadow...
I like the fact that the 'little one' has no real detail: like, they could be a mouse, or a person, or even a mere aspect of ones personality. It's open ended, yet ominous, too. Excellent dichotomy, economy, and atmosphere.

[Claire Chitty]

Thank you.

[Jayne Anne]

Gives me chills, very creep, but well written.

[Claire Chitty]

Thank you.

[Jane Dougherty]

I like this. How about for the second line
Keep silent and still

And if you add 'my' before little one (except in the first stanza), I think it scans better.