Black Tom
Liliwen Joy Crafts-Rahn
The clock strikes midnight.
Carefully you pad down the driveway;
You stop.
Your haunches go down before you leap.
As light as a feather, you land on the wall.
Suddenly you hear a hiss!
Your hackles rise as you search the street below;
You can’t see anything.
Like a shadow you dart across the wall;
Carefully you jump down and slink round a corner.
Suddenly your reflective eyes come back into view.
You stop and stare,
Before padding back home