We Visitors

Dogs bark as we are strangers on this block the night is not used to intruders like us the crickets don't even trust our footsteps just past eleven and the windows have eyes curious of our unfamiliar presence and I can't hardly blame them we don't spell trouble but the cicadas and their fellow creature's trust has worn thin a dark cat (I'm betting is black) is tiptoeing this way he's been sent to take a closer look the watchman of their darkness whose intentions are that we might possibly see him and feel the need to go away but the night is a puppy and we're not going anywhere it will take a much bigger spook than a (black?) feline to scare us away we've got tiger's blood and the dogs cats crickets cicadas creatures and neighbors all know it we called their bluff and it's getting late for them but its damn early for us grab me something cold to drink it's going to be a long night alright!