Someone creeps near stepping lightly Making no sound but the beat of their heart Slowly drawing closer in the shadows Hidden by what they believe is whole Alone once again and being followed once more I hide on them to seek their identity Gracefully watching from the darkness Waiting for their steps to carry them past Hearing the beating growing louder and faster They know I am ready to pounce Gentle breeze dances through the shadows I hear them coming closer still I am perched and ready to attack Creeping slowly for a better angle Holding my breath as they come into view Pressing down the leaves to see clearly Springing out of the shadows Alone just as before with my shadow