The Night Visit Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

Sometimes at night fall
I hear your steps.
Quiet and childlike
And your breathing,
Like a naughty child sneaking up the stairs.
I would run
To catch a sight of you.
You are very mischievous
I know that.
Everybody knows that.
The least noise I do,
You would start your eternal games of hide and seek.
And it would take me a long long time again to find you,
Although you would be no farther from me
Than my own self.
That night the door banged closed
And you are gone.
Broken hearted, I sat
Cursing myself for being noisy.
In the morning I found
Traces of butter
All over the floor.
And I thought
No one could even guess how happy I was.