Richard Allen Beevor

Gold Star - 5,498 Points (23 March 1949 / London)

The Top Of The Stairs - Poem by Richard Allen Beevor

Someone's watching me
from the top of the stairs,
my cat knows
he looks up and stares,
big eyes wide,
ears pricked hearing,
long fur standing,
voice rumbles and searing.
He sits and looks,
moments pass him by,
I follow his gaze
seeing nothing, wonder why?
Could this house,
looks new but shabby
hold a spirit lost,
save for eyes of a tabby.
Better call the shaman
to perform a ghostly heist,
before the demon strikes
like a banshee poltergeist.

Topic(s) of this poem: cat

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, October 30, 2017

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