Nightmare for Toads

Night time:

urgent squeaking,

naked tail flicks, thrashes,

whisker-twitch, nail-click down the clock -

huge, grey-haired body bullets toward me,

its echo follows close behind.

I tense, then roll over

toward birdsong

morning.

This is a post about a nightmare and its resolution for IGRT.  I don't often have nightmares, but being the good little toad that I am, I had a delightfully creepy one last night about rats.  I think woke to find that the squeaking was actually the very insistent early birds outside my bedroom window.  Oh, and this poem is called a rictameter, marked by the syllable count per line of 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2.  Images by: Rat - retrojunk.com, birds - metrolic.com