I awake; eyes open wide, ears pierced back, I lay still for a while and take in the damp dense air.
It smells like victory tonight.
I creep; silently, dauntingly, down the roof and over the lines of fences in the deadest hour of the night.
It is now my moment to thrive.
I search; in utter stealth, clandestinely for the gifts of the dark. I am omniscient and dominantly alone to reap the rewards of the nth life.
Helen Marie Joyce 