Walking at Night

We had to write a poem at today's tutorial. This is what I came up with.

When your Mum says don't walk home by yourself - listen!

Walking at Night

My footsteps echo off the green-slimed walls,

and bounce right back to ears that are alert

for followers. Count footfalls, one, two three.

Too many! So I stop and they stop too.

The only sound is breathing, harsh and fast.

I turn, my back against the wall that drips

cold fingers down my back. Stench of decay,

mosses and rotting things. Nothing to see

amongst the shadows cast by distant lights

of cars . They cannot help me now. Owl hoots.

Then silence and I wait. I am the prey

of someone waiting, silent, near at hand.