Pitter patter
Pitter patter
Tip-toed on supple feet
Through the house
Down the hall
Quietly discreet

The inhabitants of the household
Resting, sound asleep
Attempting not to breach the trust
I've worked so hard to keep

Anonymity is conducive
From past high levels of deceit
Striving diligently for a common goal
But one that can be reached

Not adapting to a stagnant life
Through the strangers that we'll meet
But protected by a safety net
Like a child under sheets

Not stampeded by the raging bulls
While others count their sheep
But hidden deep within the lions den
Where one can hear his own heartbeat

Has the beast succumb to his hunger
Is there nothing else to eat
Shall I end up as a midnight snack
Transformed into a pile of mincemeat

I grab hold of my foundation
Made from bittersweet concrete
Safe from harm or danger
A place where fear is obsolete

A gentle roar is humming now
The air begins to stir
I feel something approaching
I fear what will occur

Has my time come to its ending
Through the darkness I see light
I recognize the sound I hear
It's my mother, wishing me good night