Debra Ghigna, Guest Poet

Sleep Over

Last night all the lightning

and thunder was frightening.

And so I crawled under

your bed for a while,

beneath a big pile

of clothing and toys

(because of the noise).

So next time it’s stormy

and you’re looking for me,

don’t worry or wonder;

if I’m sleeping over,

and it starts to thunder--

I’m sleeping under.

©Debra Ghigna