The curtains quake in a fine, cold breeze.
The great pearl of the moon lights the shadows.
A child, sat awake, clutches a splintering stake
to a chest rising and falling in gusts.
Teddy bears stare, gormless, into night, quiet still
but the murmurs outside gather nearer.
She’s a warrior now; sweat gathered on brow,
though her senses are taught and enflamed.
The cat mews and flees and the crunching of leaves
betrays a thunderous footfall outside.
She climbs to her feet, her heart stuck on repeat,
stake raised and teeth clenched near to breaking.
With a roar and a leap, the beast emerges, she screams
and they collide in a mess of endeavour.