In A Cars Headlights

A noise is heard
like a heavy walker
at a pace, too fast
my door is locked
a weapon, close by

I won’t go out, I’ve seen too many movies.

The closer it is
the chills run up and down
my spine, 
like trickles of sweat
on a basketball players forehead

Now it’s running, stops by my door and I wait, frozen, but all I hear is meow.

©  right now, Denise A White    fear