Under the floor boards wile you sleep.
A rat apairs under your dream.
The dust swiftly moves as the rat chases itself.
Bits of cheese lay on the floor.
It can see the mouse trap.
The metallic soar makes a noise.
It runs as fast as it can as it sees the end.
It jumps out the window.
Raindrops drip on its silver ***** fur.
It sniffs and sniffs.
The gas of the cars pass by as it blows in its face.
He quickly jumps jumps into a pipe hole.
The greese drips on its fur.
It’s back again but this time it hears the sound of yawning.
The rat lives another day.
By Louis Watts