Cat and Mouse

Where does he go at night?
I lie awake, questioning
his whereabouts, my sanity.

The bed feels cold without him.
I wrap the duvet about me,
shivering, awaiting his return.

I hear the door close gently.
He sneaks, sure-footed, into my room.
Blood stench fills the air.

I tense, feel the mattress dip.
Tight-lipped, I say nothing, anxious.
Is he going to gift me his wares?

I feel him against my thigh.
‘Not tonight’, I beg of him, quietly.
He hears my silent plea, moves away.

I turn to where he lay, eyes wide.
“CAT!” I cry in disgust.
“Take your half-eaten mouse with you!”

Where does he go at night?