Sandy Claws Poem by soren Barrett

A scratch on the floor left me unsure then a knock on the door
I opened it wide but he was already inside so smooth he did slide
Said I could invite him in at least, came for a feast this scaley beast
Spoke with forked tongue although young, quite the tale he flung

Before I could prepare sat in my chair awaiting his fare with a glare
Acted quite tame so asked his name, said it was one of fame
Without his disguise I didn't recognize his pot belly or wrinkled eyes
Couch as a sleigh he commandeered into the shadow disappeared

Wasn't long before he was back at the door, impossible to ignore
Left his hat, wondered where it was at