Hiding
#1 of Poems
Wrote this during English Class for no reason, not sure if its trying to come across as sinister, playful, or romantic. Its a poem about two foxes in an old house. (Cover art and thumbnail credit: Kenket)
Hiding:
Up the stairs he went,
bright, orange tail stiff and eyes alert,
his hackles were raised,
ready for anything.
The floorboards creaked
underneath the weight of his powerful paws
as he walked deftly and quietly
baring his claws, he was prepared
for his assailant to leap out at any moment.
His enemy's scent
had settled over the musky odor
of the old house
becoming a sweet aura
over the dark, damp smells of the house.
He crested the staircase,
turning directly to the left,
the scent was stronger there.
He crept slowly, cautiously across the hall,
looking around every few seconds,
she was not in the hall.
Still cautious he tried the doors,
each green entrance stood out
from the wooden brown of the wallpaper,
they were all locked.
Wondering how she had tricked him like this
he turned around tail wagging slightly
the thrill of the chase had gotten to him now.
He set his eyes on an old servant's room door.
He had found her.
He walked carefully towards the door,
trying not to cause too much noise
as he approached her hiding place.
His black paw wrapped around the golden doorknob
turning it slowly,
the old door groaned as it swung open.
At a quick glance he saw no sign of the fox he was after.
Then he saw her auburn tail dipped in white,
poking out from behind a curtain,
he heard a stifled playful laugh.
"I've found you." he called.
-Kiah Z.