Dead and Gone

As I silently ate my breakfast, I saw this dreadful creature crept into my room.

This is the same creature that keeps disturbing my sleep making me imagine things that could be going on with dishes I left in my room.

There and then, I decided I won't let it go scot-free.

I stood up from my chair, took a foot of my bathroom slippers and a broom, ready for battle.

The battle began with both of us going back and forth severally, with me just able to lay few beats from the broomstick on it.

Eventually, I was able to make a hit. I beat it up until it was tired that it got hooked up in between the broom and I had to finish it up with the slippers. But I couldn't bring myself to finish the job, it turned out.

I took the almost dead creature outside, it was still breathing because I was too nice to kill it completely.

I just stood there and watched it took its last few breaths.

I wished it safe journey to the world beyond and warned it to tell its other family members to steer clear of my room.

RIP Rat!