The silent house,
The creaking boards,
The sneaking footsteps
Behind closed doors.

The rustling bed sheets,
The bang on the stairs,
The fear in you heart
Shoots up through your hairs.

The chill up your spine,
The beaming scared eyes,
The unwanted footsteps
And long high-pitched cries.

The ever closening claws,
The blood in your fist,
The outstanding armour
From ankle to wrist.

The last move
Before the leap,
The pounce
And you and your cat in a heap!

Ta-daaar! Hope you enjoyed it and caught on to the plot! :D Please read and review :) *R&R*R&R*R&R* Pwetty Pwease! I'm new! :P :D
(Also, closening is apparently not a word but what I mean is the claws are always getting closer! I think you probably got that but still! :P :D)