
Whiskers upon a midnight cat,
Twitch in knowing thought.
Lights dim upon each window sill,
And flesh tries to hide.
Arching back, gouging claws,
A hiss reaching end to end.
All grows still a locked latches lift,
And a shadow invites itself in.
-M.E. InkOwl
Hearing the calls of darkness, as All Hallow’s Eve, approaches…
LikeLiked by 1 person