Alone at home

This picture shows my childhood memories, when I was alone at home for the first time. We had a mirror in the wall, into which I looked and, seeing my reflection, imagined that she was another “me”, and I was not so scared.
It cannot help but be around
When beastly things make beastly sounds
When back doors slam and windows creek
When cats have fights and voices shreek
The dark is cosy, still and calm
And never does you any harm
In the loft, below the sink
It’s somewhere nice and quiet to think
Deep in cupboards, pockets too
It’s always lurking out of view
Why won’t it come out till its night?
Perhaps the dark’s afraid of light