Especially Me

Cling to my sting. Everything

Goes bump in the night.

My might loses a few strings.

Can you see the thing

Coming close to you?

Narrow is the path

That comes from the forest,

And up the pine trees.

Knock your knees

And say please and thank you.

Don’t be rude. I’ll give you a clue.

Things aren’t always what they seem,

Even in dreams, especially me.