The Lurat

There’s an ugly creature at my door.

What’s it sitting out there for?

The night is cold, rather bitter

Even for this hideous critter.

What should I do? Should I let it in?

I think it’s looking somewhat thin.

Would it scratch or screech or would it bite?

I don’t know, but it possibly might.

It’s like a rat, a rat without paws

Yet replaced by some dreadful claws

Eyes that glow in the darkest of nights

Gosh, that would really give me a fright!

You shouldn’t be out there all alone.

Go away, please…go home.

I cannot stand here forever, you see.

My children are crying, they need me. 

I see bat ears and demonic wings.

How it must pain you to have such things!

Have you no family, no friends, no ties?

Nothing stirs in its pale eerie eyes.

Should you come in and sleep on my rug?

Spread your germs and look all snug?

Don’t be stupid! I should think not!

But I can’t leave you there, there to rot.

Not at my door and not at my feet.

Oh what an odd thing to meet

At eleven-o-clock, Christmas Eve!

Us standing here, what shall we achieve?

Either way you are not allowed in

Although you look rather thin.

You are screeching, screaming very loud.

Shhh! Be quiet! You’ll wake up the whole house!

You deserve no love you wretched beast.

No dinner here for your feast.

I am tired, and I assume you are too

So go home! Go home! Go quickly, shoo!

No farewells, simply took off in flight

Airborne, looks just like a kite.

One can mistake it easily so.

Forget it, I’m well tired, I must go.