Through the gaps in the darkness
It slips in.
With a strength nurtured by the bleakest shadows
Stealthy wisps and tendrils swoop –
Curling, reaching, seeking,
At once the fog collates, fuses
Forming a human shape.
A crick of the neck, a turn of the head
The darkness no impediment
It spies its prey.
The prey inhales, exhales, oblivious.
Silently, it moves in, glides, skims the floor.
Closer still –
A whisper of air disturbs the stillness:
A jolt, awake, bolt upright.