and it lies in wait.

It arrived without sound.

Now staring at you unblinkingly, where it stands,

silently perched at its nest,

 unfazed and still, as if it had been waiting all along.

Maybe, it had, and you’d never noticed,

until it had chose to cash in its debt.

Stealthily and without real warning,

the ledger is now dripping red, and you can hear, see, feel,

the effect.

and now, its eyes are glued and daring,

eyes you’ve met and eyes that you know,

for after all,

Death was no stranger to you at all.