Tossing Stones

Sorry to wake you up
There's something at our bed
They're trying to talk to us
Our sheets are now in threads

They're tossing stones from the end of our bed

And I can't sleep
It's not from all the heat
They're making sounds
Like howling owls

They're tossing stones from the end of our bed

I can't see
And they can't reach
For what it's worth I'm not alone
The better I could hide
There's less of me to find
Without a sound
Avoiding howling owls

They're tossing stones from the end of our bed