Ghost
[A very recent and true story]
She arrived like a ghost in the night
Her light blue eyes showing no fear or fright
She didn’t scratch and she didn’t bite
So I knew we would get on all right
She checked every cupboard and tried every bed
I wondered what thoughts she had inside her head
She itched a few times and so I was aware
That her fur might have something living in there
She had had a home for she knew how to play
And she stayed and she played for most of that day
Was somebody somewhere missing my ghost
Was I to be merely that day’s willing host
I didn’t know what to do that next night
Somebody somewhere may fear for her plight
If I locked her in she might want to go home
Or maybe she’d rather be free to just roam
At midnight I gave her the hug she desired
I bid her goodnight, locked the doors and retired
It was still dark when I woke with a yawn
When she wanted out at two hours till dawn
Through the back door into darkness she went
She moved with determined but graceful intent
She briefly looked back and I swear that she winked
Then into the gloom my visitor slinked
Returned to my bed until my time to rise
Then looked for my ghost with the light blue eyes
And now with the clock saying twenty to ten
I wonder if I’ll see my ghost-guest again.
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