Ozas

A scratch on the door, A knock in the closet. Just his imagination, Or was it..? Covered in jackets, And wrapped in dad's ties, A bogeyman lives, With evil, red eyes. Deep breaths in the dark, They frighten poor Scott. He holds onto his toy, That's all that Scott's got. "Daddy!" - He cries. This does it! "Yes, son?" - He replies, The voice from the closet. Wrapped in dress sleeves, And tangled in ties. That's where Scott sleeps, That's where the boy lies... A scratch on the door, A laugh, or was it..? Two pairs of red eyes, Now stare from the closet.