The Predator

No stars above the street below,

The streetlight casts an eerie glow.

The moon has just begun to creep

Above the roof wherein I sleep.

Along the fence I venture out,

My beady eyes dart all about,

Alert to danger lurking near.

What's that? A twig snaps, sparking fear.

Below, a sleek, black death machine

Is tracking me with eyes so mean.

Its legs draw back, its muscles tight

But just before it can alight –

A door bursts open, beaming light

Exposing me, defying night.

A woman stands there, calling out.

She taps a tin and looks about,

And then she calls her kitty in,

Scratching it beneath its chin.

She takes it in and rescues me,

I'm safe in its captivity.