Visitor In The Night

In the middle of the night

The cat prowls about

Littering, jumping, swinging all around

Unnotice by his enemy

He slips through the window

Watching, feeling before moving

He makes a go for the table

A feast of sort served and unguarded

Oh how he loves these banquets

He fills his tummy with all he can scarf down

And without meaning to, falls down to sleep

A shriek and a slap wakes him up

He scrambles awake and jumps to the window

Lands safely and running for the tree

Freedom at last and a belly full at that