Squeaking Creaking Creeping
The clock is tick tick ticking
As the sink is drip drip dripping,
And the fridge is click click clicking
As the door is creak creak creaking,
The floor is squeak squeak squeaking
As the… wait, the door is creaking?
And the floor, the floor is squeaking?
That must mean there is something,
Something in my room creeping.
What could be creeping where I should be sleeping?
What is the beastly being?
The being that has me thinking,
Thinking of my gruesome ending.
Will I die clean or more likely bleeding ?
Oh why, why isn't my voice screaming?
My body to afraid for commanding,
The sound is quickly nearing.
So I guess soon I will be dying.
Here it must come charging.
Now it is my time and I am hearing,
Something in the dark deeply purring,
Oh, it seems it is just my cat after all.