Little Creatures Of The Night
When everyone has gone to bed
And I still sit and write
Little creatures come to join me,
Silent creatures of the night.
Dainty whiskers quiver,
Eyes as black as coal
They peep out very carefully
From their secret little hole.
Tiny noses twitching,
As they look for crumbs to eat;
Scurrying across the floor
On busy little feet.
And if you listen carefully
In the stillness of the night
You might hear tiny creatures
Like those who join me
as I write.