Strange Sounds

Many many years ago

On a pleasant night in June

I was merrily dreaming

of a joy ride to moon.

But I woke up with a start

I thought I was on moon

I heard strange sounds

and felt I would swoon.

I was no longer dreaming

I saw I was in my bed

with books all around

all closed and unread.

But I still heard sounds

sounds that were scary

I knew I had to act

I could no longer tarry.

I searched every nook

and all around the bed

I looked in every corner

with a lot of dread.

I shuffled my books

and riffled my clothes,

I was quite scared

for no one was close.

I was in for surprise

for I heard tiny cries

coming from a pack

that was lying in a rack.

Stored in the pack were

apples that were sweet

they were a mother’s gift

and they were a treat.

But sounds from the pack

were rather unnerving

what followed thereafter

was even more disturbing.

Unwittingly my hand

dived into the pack

it was foolish of me

and I was slack.

Hand was in for a shock

it touched something hairy

the hand began to shiver

it was something scary.

When I peeped inside

I too got a shock

it was last thing I expected

I whirled like a weathercock.

Nestling in delicious apples

and reclining on its back

was a big furry rat

with a brood of tiny brats,

Well, if you may wish

you may very well decry

but I have to confess

that I let out a loud cry.

But that was not all

for I jumped like a calf

and I could only squeal

when rats let out a laugh.

© i b arora