Nighttime poetry.

I was about to fall asleep when I heard a moaning noise, or what I thought was a moaning noise, outside. It was only the wind and passing cars but here is what came flooding into my mind: 

I hear a monster moaning outside, you better run for your life, below the window he sleeps, hoping to hide in your thoughts and keep, the nighttime in your eyes, he cries, and cries, don't make a sound, don't make a peep. 

--goodnight world.