No Longer Do I Fear the Night
NO LONGER do I fear the night.
I move about, yet unnoticed, to
eyes that once sent daggers
And to ears that heard the worst
but never the best of who I was.
Dark is good; it hides the shape
that I've become and shields me
from scolding tongues of hateful
Men who themselves are immune
to the little pains of folk like me.
I love the shadows but haunt the
day, to remind myself that light has
worth but no more a place for me.
I assume your cat is now sleeping with one eye open . . .
I'm gonna have to get a cat first, then I'll let you know!
Regards . . .
Archy and Mehitabel