the eviction

darkness seethed in the corner,
huddled silently against the wooden post
as into its space crept the
encroaching sunlight.

an abandoned spider web came to his aid,
casting lattice shadows
in a vain attempt to forestall
the inevitable violation.

two rats twitched their noses in horror.
quickly they retreated into the rotted hole
masked by darkness' remaining influence--
and not a moment too soon.

sunlight crept inexorably closer, and with it,
warmth. dreaded, loathsome warmth, with its
inexplicably cheery disposition.
darkness shuddered.

with veiled eyes hidden in web and shadow,
darkness prepared to launch a vicious attack
on its unwelcome interlocuter; poised for battle,
ready to strike.

and then suddenly the door opened
and with it came horror of all horrors,
the dreaded evil cleaning lady.
"Rise and shine!" she cheerfully exclaimed.

"Time to make this a home fit for living
once again, beginning with this deep, dark closet!
Hmm. What's this? Webs all about? No more!"
With that darkness screamed

as her broom moved to the attack,
brushing away years of precious webs,
and letting in horrible piercing light,
while singing, "The Hills Are Alive!"

"Arrrgh!" came the silent scream of darkness
as he dispersed into the crevices
from which he had come so many years before,
in the time of distant sorrow not entirely forgotten.

The two rats checked out of their abode that very day,
complaining of a sudden change in hospitality,
but realizing that the new management did not
seem to sympathize with their plight.

10 May 2008 by Glen Alan Woods