The night watch cat
hisses at the shadows,
twitching across
worn brick walls.
As the evening
slinks between twilight
into midnight and beyond.
She patrols the dark green,
during the night
it is silent. serene.
Illuminated emerald tips,
drip with dew.
The grass
in the moonbeams
flattens under padded paw.
Then springs back
as she continues her patrol.
The watch cat sits,
eyes darting through
the creeping mist.
Her feet gripping tightly
to the sloped roof
of the bungalow beneath.
Eyes glare at the fox,
slinking past,
inching through
the leering darkness
seeking repast.
Under the streetlight,
turned off for the night,
a lone torch cuts through.
the absence of life.
A dog walker
in night-times great divide.
Her enemy
but she will not hide,
the night watch cat.
stands hackles raised with pride.
She purrs to the moon.
A sound,
strangely like
a guitar played
out of tune.
The moon listens intently
to each meow and hiss,
and grants her sugar blended
sweet midnight kisses.
Which the watch cat,
pushes from the sky
onto the ground.
Then picks at them,
pawing and clawing
at each sloppy kiss.
Every light beam
a new enemy
to pounce upon
and rip to bits.
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