A Rat

A Rat

A Rat

it was dawn about six o’clock the phone from the bridge of
the ship rang,

time to get up. I had been sleeping on the couch put my feet
on the floor

and between them a big rat escaped the door to my cabin was ajar
it

got out. I said nothing no one had seen the rat no point
making a fuzz.

 I made breakfast for
the crew. The chief engineer was a bit late I walked

up to his cabin, to call him, in his bedroom fast asleep the
rat snuggled

by his face, by the sound of my voice the rat quickly disappeared
and

when the chief was fully awake it had gone.  I did notice when he was eating

there were rat hairs on his unshaven face, he complained of
an odd smell.

I said nothing had a schedule and lunch to prepare.

Thinking about it now I might have been wrong, I sometimes
have problems

sorting out dreams and truth when telling a story