Also to the Imaginary Garden for Laurie’s ‘nonsense’ prompt.Seeing little people that were not there At the foot of my bed and the top of the stairs. Beady, evil, little eyes glowing in the dark, Demonic, toothy smiles standing out stark. Fighting, breaking, twirling, swinging, laughing, Mocking me with behavior most appalling. Tied down with sheets, raging but helpless, Straining to fight against ones callous caress. The cat tossed to the rafters, dog under the bed, Fish bowl turned over and the bird I fear… is dead. Curtains torn down, china and crystal broken, Mayhem unleashed with nary a word spoken. Fires have been started, smoke alarms blaring, Bathtub overflowing with water still running. A cacophony to split nerves and overloaded senses, These destructive demons and their numerous offenses. Breaking free of my bindings with a murderous scream – Surveying my orderly house. Was it just a dream? Tangled in sheets, bleary eyed as if having just awoke, Still confused, not sure… Do I smell smoke? I also have a couple of non-traditional couplets, more in a William Carlos Williams style. Broken, Mistake (second one on this post), Will Work For Food and Ghosts. Thanks for reading.