The lnvasion...

Suddenly, he seemed to stir awake,
And she could only groggily peer;
Yet, as he did tremble and shake,
She too did contact the same fear.

The night was no longer silent,
Thuds, perhaps from banging windows;
A threat seemed to be imminent,
They kissed, held each other close.

A beam seemed to ominously seek,
They cuddled into a dense bundle;
Some vermin did somewhere squeak,
As something monstrous did trundle.

And then, they did nearly faint,
A phantom swooping into the room;
He seemed petrified, that saint,
Leaving them to fight their doom.

What seemed a spray of dribble,
Felt so cold, and yet did enliven;
Each uttered a calm syllable,
Their breathing getting more even.

They'd heard little feet scurry,
Malice, by the darkness endued;
Those movers were not furry,
Nor were they fiends in a feud.

On the roof, and on the ground,
On the leaves, eaves, all around,
It was life that did so bound,
Having leapt off a floating mound.