Crackle crack

Crackle crack the sound came from the back,

Running to the scene tripping in the dark thinking

It only a cat so I want back.

The morning came looking at the end of my nose a

A muck savage appeared in the doorway, crackle crack

My hands are behind my back.

The savage said he found the forbidden fruit hidden

In the back I thought to my self was that cat cricking

Around Last night.

Nowadays I don’t hear the crackle noses but the crack

Of my prison door lock saying home.

By Kenneth James napper