I have always enjoyed the night

I have always enjoyed the night—

When Nature sleeps— so still— 

When only sounds of Crickets and 

Knocks– on the Window Sill—

The Creature rests up on a Throne—

Eyes fluttering awake—

Its Hair now as straight as needles—

It is my time to prey

The Creature sits up-– now alert— 

Its pink Cloak glows ablaze

I feel my fear behind the Glass 

It might just see my Gaze—

But no— I’m way too good at this 

She walks to where I hide—

Her Pigtails swaying back and forth

This is it— it’s playtime—