Intro: What happens when it is late in the night, you are alone at home reading spellbound when you notice there’s an intruder! 



It was late into the night,

Insomnia had become a rite.

Try as I might,

Eyelids refusing to shut tight.

So was reading on the couch, 

Sitting in a slouch.

Hitchcock’s Spellbound,

Doctor’s amnesia unfound.

When all of a sudden,

Behind the curtain,

From the corner of my eye,

Saw a figure flit by!

All courage good riddance,

Reducing me to pittance;

Didn’t budge, didn’t move,

As if sledged in a groove.

Saw him moving with great stealth,

As I sat stuck in chapter twelfth.

Now, how had he entered?

It left me floundered!

All doors had been locked,

So I balked.

Wracked my disarrayed brains,

While he vantaged on gains.

Had moved to the kitchen,

While I sat there stricken;

Helping himself to morsels,

From the leftover parcels.

He knew every nook and corner,

Now, who was his informer?

With ease did he manage,

To hold me a hostage.

His actions were infuriating,

Moving around intimidating.

Ignoring my existence,

Was piqued by his nonchalance.

Me, an oldster with a walker,

At the mercy of an intruder.

Whence he came clueless,

Wither headed to aimless?

Gaining over my dwelling,

How dare he? Felt like yelling.

Made to dance to his tunes,

As he sat there eating up prunes.

How he rejoices at my plight,

Holds me ransom to his might.

His next stop is balcony,

Hark! I hear some cacaphony.

Had enough of his vagrance,

Reached the brink of my patience.

About time he made an honourable exit,

Else him I’ll unceremoniously evict.

What mayhem he has wrought,

Futile precautions have I sought.

Alas! I’m made to kneel,

Before a rat and it’s squeal.






© Gomathi 2023
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