My master’s shaft of light was forbidding;
I had enough sense left to keep hidden.
If he cannot find me, he can't hurt me;
my silence is a bold plea for safety.
Beneath the dank hay, it makes perfect sense -
what he does not know, my only defense.
Trying to root out the truth in the dark,
his flashlight flickers while making its arc.
The light shines dimly but I’m feeling sick
the barn door bangs shut with familiar click.
The lock holds his hope for my safekeeping
when he returns, I will not be sleeping.
Knowing not to wait for his light’s return,
I set the hay on fire amidst the barn.
Hoping the dampness slows down a fast start,
this shaft of light warms my anxious heart.
I hear my foe give the latch a quick jolt;
as he heads for the blaze, my chance to bolt.
Latching the barn door, as I make my flight
dark clouds cover the moon, shading its light.