A/N: This is just a stupid poem I threw together last night, and obviously from the title, it's about Jacob Black.
He lay in his bed,
Curled up in a Ball.
A stuffed dog clutched to his chest.
He chose to suffer,
Not wanting to injure his pride.
Though his father,
On countless occasions,
Offered an object
That would expel his fear.
With weakened dignity,
He forced himself to refuse.
And here he is now,
Jacob Black,
Hiding from the dark
Beneath his blankets.
Ever so quietly,
He saunters to his closet
And pulls out a treasure.
With a click,
His nightlight illuminates the room.
And once again
Jacob returns to bed.
Only this time,
With a satisfied smile...
And a yawn.
