Stranger in the Attic

Silently, stealthily, slowly He strolled with great care So as to avoid the floorboard That would squeak And seal his fate Smiling, sweating, successful He slid past the enemy That could terminate The solace he sought And savored Sulking, seething, sitting He swallowed day old soup And dreamt of caviar That could soothe his craving And his sanity Softly, safely, soberly He slipped into serenity Without a struggle Into the shelter of eternity And secrets