On a night
Swathed in solitary shadows,
It creeps from one brick house
To the next,
Its steps deadly silent
It wriggles in through
Open windows, door gaps,
And all the nooks left unsealed,
The crannies still open
It jumps from one body
To the next,
Giving a try at being human
For a short while, it lives
As many people do
Eating, working,
Tucking the children in,
Falling asleep beside a loving mate
It goes through the same routine,
Watching, learning,
Waiting,
Until the time is right
© 30 May 2019, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 