An After Dark Tennis Match
on Hallowe'en

We met on court thirteen in dying light.
You brought a black cat, tied it to the net.
Some games they play out differently at night.


He brings me luck you said. Of course… alright,
I whispered, trying not to seem upset.
We played on court thirteen in dying light.
 
That's not quite fair, I think. That's not quite right,
…I also might have brought a lucky pet.
Some games they play out differently at night.

Adorned in gothic, black dyed tennis whites,
You win the toss, then win the game… the set.
We paused for breath beneath thirteen floodlights


        that
                                     Pop!                        We
                                 Scream!
              You shrieked with sheer delight:
                      Who needs the lights?  
                        Game on!
                   Don't stop!
                  Don't
              fret!


Some games, they play out differently at night.
 
When match, like day is done I'm left in sight
of cats
eyes. Game on, a small voice says.
We played on court thirteen in dying light.
Some games they play out differently at night.










More

than this - there is nothing.