You came home to a house filled with strangers,
strangers with all of their dangers,
dangers they bring to your door.
You reach for the strap at the small of your back and
back, right back outside.
Outside into the gloom
Where the moon is a cat’s smile,
A smile holding water,
water that ebbs; becomes a low tide.
You and a house full of dangerous strangers – low tide ‘neath a bright crescent moon.
I took a few liberties with the prompts, sorry.