in the middle of the kitchen,
when a tiny crawling beast,
Scuttled right across the floor.
It was black and brown and grey,
with a little touch of red,
its head was quite unusual,
covered with a tad of fur.
“Will you step on it?” I asked
“No, I cannot, it is squishy”.
“It’s not squishy,” I deferred.
So, he kicked it out the door.
It went spinning on the ground,
hit the wall then passed out there.
For a while we thought it died,
Till it rose and sneaked away.