Toy Hamster
It's dark outside,
It's getting colder,
I feel it's presence,
I know it's here.
It's climbing up the ladder,
That leads straight to my bed,
It's ears, it's head,
A butcher's knife.
It's ears are small,
It's face is pointed,
It's knife is sharp,
It's all fluffy.
I pull the sheets closer,
It's staring at me,
What do you want I sqeak,
When the knife goes through my chest.
I'm numb,
Oblivious to pain.
Am I imagining this,
Or did my toy hamster just stab me?
It's getting colder,
I feel it's presence,
I know it's here.
It's climbing up the ladder,
That leads straight to my bed,
It's ears, it's head,
A butcher's knife.
It's ears are small,
It's face is pointed,
It's knife is sharp,
It's all fluffy.
I pull the sheets closer,
It's staring at me,
What do you want I sqeak,
When the knife goes through my chest.
I'm numb,
Oblivious to pain.
Am I imagining this,
Or did my toy hamster just stab me?