The Time To Worry Is Now
Scratch, scratch, slither ... pounce ...
They only come at night ... mostly ... they say.
You will hear them creeping upon you, but your neighbors, they won't hear you as you go.
For no one will hear you as you fade and fall.
Yes, you'll hear them slither, smack, and drip, but don't expect to catch them, they are to deadly, they are too quick.
The realtor will say, "they vanished coz they couldn't pay the rent," as they sign up those new morsels-in-waiting for the house where they slither, smack, and drip.
They'll lie in wait.
Choose their moment to slither, smack, and eat.
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Jonathan Townend
Book Author. I came to value writing as a portal to express my thoughts. My stories grow from seeds in my mind. Writing's my escape, my tiny space of mindful freedom. Stop by. Have a read; see what I come up with.
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