He lurked amongst the cedar hedge,
As shadows filled the night;
A creature blending with the dark,
To keep him from her sight.
The night was still, the silence deep,
The air was damp and cold;
And from his hidden vantage there,
He plotted schemes untold.
If one had seen him standing there,
You’d think he was alone;
And yet, his head was filled with voices,
Urging him along.
They spoke to him in urgent tones,
His twisted mind did dwell,
On visions of his target there,
Beyond the window sill.
He slithered closer, cautiously,
The only sounds to hear,
Were cracklings of the underbrush ...
He shifted then, and leered.
His eyes were dark, like blackened orbs,
Held wildness there within;
An empty vessel looking back,
Glared remnants of his sins.
He moved with automation,
While his breath came hoarse and deep;
He watched his prey with naked shame,
As she prepared for sleep.
And in the room, not far away,
She hesitated then;
A prickling, strange sensation
Filled her heart with pending dread.
She peered out from the window
As she heard a crackling sound ...
And swiftly scanned the woods beyond;
Her heart began to pound.
Her eyes were wide and panic filled,
While terror filled her thoughts;
Her intuition straining;
Something tangible, she sought.
She shrugged her shoulders, shook her head,
To wipe her fear away ...
‘Twas nothing out of ordinary,
Sighed ... and moved away.
She stretched and yawned, smiled softly,
As she reached to find the light;
While darkness then enveloped her;
... ‘Twas just another night.