Familiar Footsteps

Distant weight on wood and

I immediately know it’s you.

The floor screeches out in pain,

Calling your name.

Rhythm of footsteps run through my mind

Carefully listening…

The creak of the left step

The croak of the right

And a slight pause before it starts again.

Always a steady slow pace.

Soon after the echoes of your footsteps grow quiet

The quick scurry of another’s come.

Left right

Always in a hurry.

Light on her feet

Bouncing back and forth

Almost weightless.

Wait.

A lengthened vibration

Subtle and long

Tiptoeing closer and closer

hushed screech

Scarcely a chir

Muffled, reserved, and low

Almost invisible

But I hear it.

The unfamiliar rasp scratching at the floor

Effort to suppress.

Who are you?

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