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.