Deceptive Sonnet

Unheard is the click upon the back door
The silence of the house is unbroken
Moonlight casts her shadow upon the floor
Swiftly moving onward, thoughts unspoken
Softly she treads, she hardly makes a sound
Creeping gently upstairs, the hour is late
Hopes no one notices she is around
He stirs in his sleep, she pauses, to wait

Distance closing now, she is nearly there
Her plan to slip silently into bed
She does it most nights, he is unaware
Forgotten by morning, nothing is said

Not asleep, he merely pretends to doze
Hello puss cat he says, meow she goes


Fridge Fidget

For God’s sake, what is going on down there?
There is enough noise to waken the dead
If I have to get out of bed I swear
You’ll spend the night in the bloody tool shed
Why can’t you just come to bed, settle down
Cheese or sausages, any midnight snack
If I have to put on my dressing gown
How can you see, it’s bloody pitch black

Sweetheart my patience is wearing quite thin
I wonder why you do this late at night
What are you doing in the pedal bin?
I have to say, something isn’t quite right

Not the first time, this has happened before
You big fat hungry, golden Labrador