In the middle of the night
My bladder was heavy and tight
Reaction to which was awful
But I had to empty what was full
Some how I left the bed
Walking with body half dead
Managed to opened the doors of bladders room
Unaware of what held next or whom
Stepping inside closing the door A small fatty creature lay still on the floor
My eyes wide awake and my bladder was at stake
Encountering it was the only option to take.
I slowly walked towards the toilet seat
Watching it watching me, as I was the only one he was going to eat
Somehow emptied the going to be ‘blasting bladder’
The rat had no choice not even a ladder
Eye to eye contact was establishing
The plan to escape in both minds was forming
It was as if I we were communicating
You come here, I go there was curating
I stood screaming and running taking the right.
He was on alert, jumping and sliding, from the left.
His front left foot nail touched my left foot last finger
I jumped and screamed more as a bad singer
In haste I opened the gate
To the outside world with a sigh and thankful state
Proud and courageous I felt
With whatever I had dealt
Relieved and tired after the brave act
Slept like a baby in my bed is a fact
Story telling began after I woke up
Everyone laughed a loud while I held my teacup.
