By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Steps like pinging slaps on the hard floor,
resound in silent kitchen darkness,
moon drenched beams,
shards of blue radiate through crisp leaves,
and then through the frosted windows
cutting through the black in spots of luminescence.
The fridge door sucks in then releases,
the yellow light flooding every crouched and reticent shadow,
sending them with covered eyes to sleep,
a lone mouse midescape, frozen, eyes wide,
lost to the illuminated tiled floor.
A yawn with a crescendo ending, reverberates,
the mouse panics and flees into the dark safety,
its pillow padded feet hardly touching ground.
The plaid-covered shadow reaches clumsily for milk,
slurping then burping an echo,
eyes rolling, focus spasmodic.
Lid off, the milk sloshes to stillness,
while finger dig into a succulent pie,
not a fork to be seen.
The plaid shadow rocks....mmmm,
dropping the pie plate back to shelf,
less its sealing cover.
The fridge door sucks in, closes, and the shadow slumps,
turning, eyes closed.
Slapping feet stumble back to a bed of soft numb oblivion,
and darkness resumes its watch,
moonlight shards, taunting.