In the dark of night it slithers past
So quietly you can barely hear
Where is it heading? what does it seek?
These questions need some answers
And then it hides under the bed
Where it looks and quietly listens
Then a quick dash under the stairs
Around the corner it's peeking
Into the kitchen and under the sink
Ready to journey onwards
Slither left and slither right
And out the back door open
Into the garden it disappears
Among the red rose planted
And then it's gone without a sound
Until the early morning