Ch2 At Bay
I scramble getting ready
Then suddenly comes
A thud
A soft thud
It could only be one
His hair camouflaged into the night sky
He waits expectantly
For an open door
It's unlocked as usual
But he still looks at me
Like he's memorizing me
But probably out of politeness I guess
Polite doesn't seem to fit, though
As mischief twinkles in his eyes
And a smirk plays on his lips,
Though it seems he's chilled by the breeze
He looks
And waits
Not sure if
I'm ready to be an ember tonight
I would never leave
A cat out in the cold
With nowhere to go
The scent of the air around
Makes my thoughts become daydreams
I try to keep them
At Bay