Flits within the corner eye
And disappears not to be spied
You search in vain your search it hides
It’s grin you feel to your surprise
It’s hard to catch or rationalize
The glimpse of nothings there
A boggart be its name for sure
It came in through your open door
And likes your cupboard under stair
And there it’s homely cluttered lair
And when you’re all and fast asleep
Out it slither tiptoe creeps
To muddle up your gentle dreams
And loiters till you wake
You rise at morning rubbing eyes
There’s something here or there you cry
A laughing sure you heard no lie
A feeling you can’t shake
All day it hovers just behind
The back of somewhere in your mind
You’re sure you must be somehow blind
To what or isn’t there
This elemental darkened sprite
Doesn’t like the sun bright light
And feeling better in the garden
Courage grows and senses harden
Then a twinkling glint idea
I’ll tidy out my under stairs
And later in the darkling eve
You find the boggarts taken leave.
