The house was lit black --
not dim at all.
He flung the door open
and clung to the wall,
flicking the light switch,
not daring to breathe --
feet glancing stairs
in key places to leave
the silence in place
and not rouse the awaiting
who, catlike, took pleasure
in furtive mouse-baiting.
So he tiptoed, a feather
brushing stair upon stair,
inching downward to reach
his small room locked with care
to keep away trespassers
known and unknown
in this dark, brooding shell
which, tonight, would be "home."
not dim at all.
He flung the door open
and clung to the wall,
flicking the light switch,
not daring to breathe --
feet glancing stairs
in key places to leave
the silence in place
and not rouse the awaiting
who, catlike, took pleasure
in furtive mouse-baiting.
So he tiptoed, a feather
brushing stair upon stair,
inching downward to reach
his small room locked with care
to keep away trespassers
known and unknown
in this dark, brooding shell
which, tonight, would be "home."
2 comments:
Loved the rhythm - built layer and layer of suspense and expectation. And the ending was both haunting and comforting. You must have really enjoyed writing this....there's a synergy about this which is palpable.
Thanks so much, AW!
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