This is for Susanna Hill’s 3rd annual Holiday Writing Contest. This contest is for a holiday mishap, mistake, miscommunication, chaos or potential disaster (you get the point) and must be under 350 words. Stories may be poetry or prose so here goes . . .
Tick-ity-tat, I'm a starving Rat.
I sniff for food and dodge the cat.
It’s Christmas night, I smell something sweet,
So yummy it curls the toes on my feet.
I search the bedrooms, upstairs and down,
I sniff every corner, every nook and mound.
Finding food is as easy as pie,
When there’s a trap, it catches my eye.
I twirl around as I hang from the rail,
And test the trap with the tip of my tail.
I dash to the kitchen and what do I see?
A bowl of chocolatey cookies. For me?
I climb on a chair, no time to piddle,
I leap with joy, and land in the middle.
I lick the cookies, I nibble and crunch,
I snort and sniff and continue to munch.
First one cookie, then two, three and four,
I eat, and I eat...now there's no more.
Daylight comes soon, and I have to flee,
My overstuffed belly lags behind me.
I plop to the floor and dart to my hole,
I can’t get in, I’m out of control!
I kick and I squirm, but I am stuck tight,
I try to escape with all of my might.
It seems the cookies were just a trap.
To fool a bungling Christmas treat rat.
I struggle and struggle until I yank free,
I run to the window and under the tree.
What do I see with my sparkling eyes?
Nut logs and fruitcake, a yummy surprise!