Feeding Time

Behind the mirror I could see
The shadow of a form
No one was there
I was alone
My thoughts began to swarm

What was this shadowed figure there
Perhaps it was a ghost
But a ghost of who
Or what creature
Perhaps an evil host?

I imagined I could see it move
In the darkness deep
Creeping forward slowly
Without a noise
My heart began to leap

And then I heard a purring noise
Behind me on the floor
I felt a gentle touch
Against my leg
Then I feared no more

I turned around to greet the cat
With a happy sigh
It looked and meowed
“Where’s my food?
I want some mousy pie!”

So I fed my hungry cat
And settled for the night
She soon climbed up
Upon the bed
And snuggled close and tight