The hidden rat plays with me.
As soon as I try to catch it,
It would gaze at me.
And run away in the room not lit.
I enter the darkness looking-
“Where are you” dear rat.
Now I’m tired, shallow breathing,
I know you are under the mat.
I am coming to catch you.
As soon as I uncover the rat, so small-
It sees me as if asking now what to do.
But then rolls like a ball,
Out of my reach,
And now I find myself awake on the beach.