A poem for Halloween
The wind is howling, the moon is full,
Something lurks in the trees outside.
Padded feet crush dying branches,
Something evil in the bush resides.
Yellow eyes peer from the darkness,
Highlights glimmer in the moonlight glow.
A silent killer is tracking me down,
Its footsteps masked by the rivers flow.
I sense its presence on the porch outside,
I shake with fear and hold my breath.
Then I see my window open wide,
The curtains swaying in a dance of death.
Covered in hair a liquorice black,
It licks its lips in anticipation.
As I curse myself and open the tin
Whilst he purrs and sits in adoration.