In the middle of a moonless night,
I heard a disconcerting sound,
The noisy clinking of a chain
And the howl of a hound.
The light crunching of rice paper,
Just one single heartbeat,
And the patter of something on the roof,
Is it a wonder I can’t sleep?
Then smell of sweet flowers,
Overpowered by sweet raspberry,
I wondered why I was frightened,
But I decided to be cautious and wary.
The door opened slowly, quietly,
Then something slithered in,
Something tall and foreign.
It made a horrendous screech
As it slide across the floor
Like a rock in a river,It stood alone in front of the door.