Playtime

Artwork by Krishna Deepak

The footsteps quiet, reached now ever closer,
Dancing to the tunes of the night’s composer,
She hurries on, not daring to look back,
Of time and space she must not lose track.

There’s a hunter in the shadows,
Lurking and prowling it follows.
A door ajar invites her in;
A haven safe from sin and kin.

A solitary finger brushes against her knee
Startled, she reflexively turns around to see,

The smiling toddler she had come to babysit.
“Found you! Now it’s your turn to be it.”