Masters of the Night

by joetwo

It is stupid in the morning

A time for peaceful contemplation

Mutt by my side, I think I am alone

But I am not

I see a pair of eyes staring at me

Quickly disappearing with a flash of white

It’s movement, sleek, vulpine, decries its true nature

Seldom seen but undeniably there

Masters of the night, of the hidden

Ruling their fiefdoms with savage brutality

But always on guard, always ready to retreat

At the sight of us, the lords of the daytime

Cheerfully oblivious to their presence.