Sleepless nights ‘cuz the boogeyman’s gonna get you.
Rapid breathing, nausea, chills down the spine.
Children taken while walking home from bus stops.
Strangers offering candy to preschoolers
out playing in the yard alone.
Where have all the adults gone?
I am here. Is it enough to keep her safe from predator-hands –
picking them like flowers from garden beds as they bathe in the sun
oblivious to weeds wrapping around their fragile stems?
Dooms day is coming, and ready are the evil ones
driving around in red trucks and blue sedans;
wearing baseball caps and long gray hair, at least in my neighborhood
where invisible bars have appeared on our windows
and her bike now sits in the garage gathering dust.