When the nights are hot I sometimes
Like to sit outside,
At least until I can no longer tolerate
The bugs,
The night things watch close by,
I’ll catch a glint of a iridescent eye,
If they let me,
I am never frightened,
Not of the night things,
Their company provides
Comfort,
Rather
When I climb into bed
I shiver,
Even though the room smells
Of sweat,
So outside I stay,
Till I can resist
The temptation of dreams
No longer.