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.