My first apartment was in an old home in Northeast Philly/Frankford section and first I was invaded by gigantic creepy crawlers then one night came a big rat with bright red eyes in the dark. Suffice to say the bugs I could deal with but the rat, no way, by the next night I was living in another apartment in a different section of the Northeast Philly...-e-
A turn of tables poem that may have come from a dream. You certainly have held our attention with this one.
I vividly remember watching a short film of a greedy fisherman pulling in stripers from the surf and throwing them on the beach. Always hungry and eating. When he spots a candy bar he goes for it, picks it up, and takes a bite. A large hook appears in his mouth and a cable springs up from under the sand, pulling him into the deep as he struggles in the sand. Shocked me!
years ago I lived in an upstairs apt. in an old farmhouse. I kept a bag of dog food in the kitchen closet, and wouldn't you know it, rats chewed through the wall to get to the dog food, and then I could hear them scratching and moving around behind the walls. My best estimate was that there were at least 5 or 6 rats behind the walls. Setting traps didn't work so I resorted to rat poison. The rats all died, but unfortunately, they died behind the walls, and let me tell you,that apt. stunk like hell for a long time, and it had to be during winter. An experience I'll never forget. I also learned not to leave dog food in an unprotected bag, and easy access for rat dining. Loved your creeping creepy poem.
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I vividly remember watching a short film of a greedy fisherman pulling in stripers from the surf and throwing them on the beach. Always hungry and eating. When he spots a candy bar he goes for it, picks it up, and takes a bite. A large hook appears in his mouth and a cable springs up from under the sand, pulling him into the deep as he struggles in the sand. Shocked me!
Ron
Coulda been a cute lil squirrel ... not an Ugly Rat 🐀
Inner fears may cause illusions of harm. 🕷
Drink more tea, and just get warm 🔥
Pax Tecum ✌🏼