In The Night

Even after dark
Amungst the mist
And in the shadows

Of the yard I come lurking
Silently on feathered toes
Making but a single breath
Quietly each second

"Who goes there?"
Cries a shaken voice
From what seemed to be afar

Lonely and hungry
I crept up near the doorway
Sorrow in my blood shot eyes

The houses on the block
All lined up neatly
With white picket fences
And neatly raked leaves

The air is crisp
My slow breath can be seen
And heard, for it is so silent out
The beating of my heart

Causes the voice to come into
The light and be shown
I close my eyes to re-adjust my vision
And all I hear
Is a stomach churning scream