Peeping, Toms cat written by SMiles at

Peeping, Toms Cat

Peeping, Toms cat

written by: SMiles




Through the chill of a broken window
passed the moonlit frosted ground
as neighbours go, he’s often gone
black Tom’s out on his nightly prowl

stealthily peeping from the unders to the overs
downing streets and upping ally’s, head swivelling this and that
way into early morning stirs
blends of shadows maintain the anonymity

elusive enigma, immune to a detectors detection
wading through shallow hearts, ruthless to a fault
a slick back swagger walk, belaying a devil’s eye
beaded green and ready fixed, open to the spy

one in front of each deliberate stepped
ahead of the game, a consequential chess
with an instantaneous payment, played out spot on
blighted or blotted, copy booked littered reputation

silhouetted curtains suggesting human form
appear to disappear with extinguishing borrowed light
returned as memories, refrigerated until O’clock four
recollections of titillations, misplaced for admirations.



My name Is Stephen John Miles (SMiles) live in Barrow in Furness Cumbria England, I'm 53 diagnosed dyslexic at 47. Found my written voice once diagnosed and have been shouting ever since. I've a self published children's book Zac's leather elephant and a published children's book The fox the owl and the big green towel, I have a new children's book coming out later this year called Book of Zac. The books are published by Austin Macaulay. I made stories up to entertain my children all rhyming this led to the books. My break in poetry came after a friend of mine died and I wrote a poem for his funeral. Two years ago I appeared at the Bloomsbury festival in London. I write beat poems as it works well with my dyslexia. Something I feel strongly about is self expression after feeling excluded for so long. I'm not for everyone but then not everyone's for me so that makes us even.

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