It is in my school
Drawing nearer on soft paws
Raking its claws against the door
Breath clouding into the ear
It is nearing.

It is in my hallway
Hiding beneath helpless faces
Asking to come close to show me
Burrowing beneath kind smiles
It is nearing.

It is in my classroom
Good friends touching arms innocently
Touching the digiboard on the way out
Running past me in a dooropening
It is nearing.

It is nearing.
And all I can do is wait.