Jun 19, 2012
The Last Wag
Night dawns, easing out of that
forsaken crawl space; the
flea and bug bites have torn my fur.
Still, I'm not falling for the cheese trap.
That is what happened to Freddie "sobs"
I miss my buddy. I'm so hungry.
Those dang rats bullied me out of a
fat cat around the corner.
I'm usually not this noisy. Well, unless
I have to make a early morning run.
I prefer my small world in between the
walls chewing on electrical wiring to
pass the time. At least until I can get
my grungy little paws on something
to eat. I'm starving! This is bad...real bad
Could these people at least consider
me a house pet? Maybe leave a few
crumbs in the cabinet. Basically, I can fit in
the palm of "Ole dudes hand."
You'd think humans would be more apathetic.
Me a pest? Never.. I'm not even sociable.
Oh my, a dark spot I've found to squander
while everyone is asleep. "squeak"
No lights please, it frightens my tiny little
tail. Now it's time to make my move
OMG! I can't believe it! What's that?
A peanut butter sandwich; the smell is alluring,
deliciously tempting. (scrambles across the floor)
(SNAP!) "We got em honey, you can go back
to bed and rest your pretty little head."