Word of the Day Challenge #69-Untitled Poem

Prancing down the streets
peering in windows
wondering where I will crawl in
what I am going to find
in these houses
charmed to keep me out.
A shadow spilled over the streets
gliding between shades of grey
an image
captured from the corner of your eye
enough to make you
cringe
second guess your senses
whimper in fear.
Clackity clack
nails tipped in black
tap-ity-tap
nails shaped as talons
my voice
a sinuous whisper
curling around your ear
causing you to rise
to pull down the blinds
before reassuring yourself as is well.
Sidle in
shape shifter
call for the kitty
and in I come.
Almost you won
almost you fought the war
stare into my eyes
beg and plead
as I drink your life’s blood.

©Oct. 23/19
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