The Creeping Is Of No Intent To Scare Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I must warn you that the creeping,
Is of no intent to scare.
I must also say the creaking heard,
On the stairs...
Are from lack of use.
No need to glare at imagined steps...
No one through thin air will be produced.

Relax.
Enjoy.
Would you like a bit of light?
Or a sip of homemade juice.
Hmmm?
Forgive the darkness of my home.
I prefer to view you with my natural eyesight.
Before you are left,
Alone.
Just for a few moments.

Would you like to slip into something more comfortable?

'Yeah!
My car.
It's right outside.
C-ya.
You did say your were eccentric!
But this...
Is too much of a nervous visit.

What in the 'hell' is THAT? '

Why do you wish to leave...
So,
Abruptly?

Prudence?
Prudence?
Where are you?

Did you rub up against,
The leg of our guest?

*Meeeooowww.*

Why are you so naughty?
Hmmm?
Did you detect homophobia?

*Meeeooowww.*

NO?
Then what else could it have been?
No more than ten minutes here,
With me was spent.
Should I or should I not,
Feel offended?
Hmmm...
Perhaps a fear of bats,
Quickened the exit.