The Heart Patient's Nightmare

By James Bridgeman

There’s a wolf padding round in my bedroom

I can tell because I hear the sound

the bump of his feet on the carpet

and the whoosh as his tail swings around

There’s a wolf padding round in my bedroom

with eyes shiny and red

now he’s quite near I can hear him

oh! please let him stay off my bed

There’s a wolf padding round in my bedroom

I know it seems strange can you see

but when I came to bed there was no one else

no one at all only me

I open one eye to the darkness

and right by my side I can see

two fiery red eyes of this monster

and he’s looking directly at me

this wolf padding round in my bedroom

logic says it’s not really there

it has come in my slumber to wake me

and certainly, give me a scare

reaching out just to touch it

I get a bit of a shock

it isn’t a monster I’m touching

and the red eyes belong to my clock

the sound I have heard is my heartbeat

and the eyes say quarter to three

there’ll be no more strong cheese for my supper

I don’t think it agrees with me

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