Flashlight Soldiers

They are the flashlight soldiers,

And always come prepared

With pockets bulging with batteries

And the vow "to not get scared."

They hunt beneath a moonlit sky

Creatures that lurk in the dark

Neutralizing them with their light beam

to banish them from the park.

The hunt continues for many hours

Until the night air carries their name

Halfheartedly, they say their goodbyes

Agreeing tomorrow, they'll continue the game.

Once inside they brush their teeth,

While protesting their bedtime, they yawn.

The cool night air lulls them to sleep

As night creatures lurk upon the lawn.