Home Alone

My family's gone; there's no one home.

It's only me who's home alone.

I shouldn't hear a single squeak.

There shouldn't even be a creak,

So what's that thumping that I hear?

It must mean one thing: death is near.

"You're an adult, you'll be just fine."

I tell myself as I dial "nine"...

Was that a knock upon the door?

My heart beats faster than before

I know it's closed; I've checked the lock.

At least my killer knows to knock?

I cannot sleep, though I'm in bed.

I've made amends with God instead.

If He decides that it's my time,

Then this will be my very last rhyme.

I hear a bang and then a break.

My head shoots up; there's no mistake!

I turn my music volume high

So I won't hear the way I die.

I run upstairs, a desk lamp in hand.

Over my head, ready to land,

And right before it did just that..

I remembered - I have a cat...