The Encounter with Don Jerry

I planned to murder two unborn chickens in red shells,

worth  336 mg of cholesterol each for my supper. 

As I opened the door of my ill looking, so called kitchen,

which is more of an empty store with a sink and table for stoves.

I saw a rat, big enough to scare a cat.

I call it the city rat, the mafia kind.

Don Jerry would be a good name.

As it saw me with two chickens in my hand,

it was real surprised.

I caught the Don red handed.

I saw the glimpse of fear in its eye and I had a feeling to commit a real crime.

For missing tomatoes and tomatoes half nibbled had made me wait for the chance.

The Don Jerry was over powered with my human silhouette, it gave a flee.

The Don spun around the stove and made a leap.

It was a graceful leap I should say given the situation it was trapped in

With murder in my mind, it was worse.

But it leaped on my feet and gave me a leap.

It was swift and escape was a success story Don would tell

To the new recruits in his ‘Mafiadom’.

With the leap, I nearly slipped the chicken from my grip.

Before, the chickens reached the pan.

It would have been a bad fall for the chickens

And less cholesterol in my diet