(04/10/2016 National Poetry Month HitRECord challenge)
In the morning,
The nightlight starts to look unnecessary,
pale rainbow of color shifting slowly,
Plugged into the wall outlet.
In the afternoon,
It is worthless,
Compared to the streaming shafts
of bright sunlight through the windows.
In the middle of the night,
It is the only thing that holds back
The monsters and terrors from
Under-the-bed and Closet.