Lonely Neigbour Poem by Peter Umoh

My lonely laid, belly down, eyes hid in it's lid
Suddenly came a visitor like a rocket
If he should pass my neighbour
Then my stuffs will be in a mess
Oh God, he was close and my neighbour still laid asleep
He ran pass swiftly with the speed I could not measure
Oh, I lamented, for my stuffs will be in a mess
But to my surprise, my neighbour awoke, sprank and surpassed
Captured and devoured
He made of feastof he who came to feast on my stuffs
Then 'mewed'back to his idle solitude
Bravo! the 'tiger' of the neighbourhood.