She chased ratty off
with a blackened poker
she'd placed by her bed
for precisely that purpose
It had been crunching in the night
trying to get at goodies behind
loud plastic and rustling paper
The. Little. Bastard.
She had accepted the fact
that she would share her abode
with these little furry darlings
HOWEVER
They required some manners. They did.
She had been asleep
dreaming of all things pleasant
but had been woken for the 15th time
by chewing
crunching
squeaking
and LOUD LOUD LOUD rustling
The. Little. Asshole.
She switched on the light
The middle of the night
(or two thirds through)
is not the time to
wage a war
She was too tired
and Ratty probably knew
she was a pacifist at heart.
She would not let that stop her
Come here you. Little. Pest.
I'll get you I will
As she held the poker in her hands
and jabbed it at the ground
jab jab jab jab
She chased it round the room
23 times, stabbing and jabbing her poker rapier
impotently into corners, up bookshelves, under tables and into rubbish bins
in the general direction of far more athletic Ratty Rat Rat
Finally, he disappeared under a crack in the wall
She went back to bed
That showed Ratty.
She thought in self satisfaction
As she unknowingly
wiped soot all over her face in relief
Ratty didn't even wait til the light was off
To start all over again.
The. Little. Cheeky. Bugger.
Grrr.
