Squeak

Dums marches into the house,
On her soft little feet.
A rat in her mouth,
Squeaking in defeat.

Tiny’s ears perk up,
The rat lets out a shriek
I turn to see the scene,
Dums ceases to sneak.

She runs under the couch,
Rat between her jaws
Tiny looks for the sound,
She stretches out her claws.

Dums hurries to the terrace,
Tiny runs after her.
I sigh and close my laptop,
Stopping all my work.

I slowly walk up the stairs
Which are painted with their art.
Tiny and Dums are bloodied,
They’ve torn that rat apart.