At the witching hour clouds blindfold the moon
stealing the starlight
with stealthy caress.
Night has devoured the day, swallowing the sun-
darkness has the power; dread and fear hold sway.
On the grey horizon vulpine shadows slink
menacing and formless;
hobgoblins lurk beside innocuous trees;
thoughts run wild; cobwebs ensnare; eerie foxes bark;
leathery bats collide …
when a child fears the dark … .