In there lies the cheese;
Sniffing. Enticing. Drawing.
Yummy – calling out loudly.
Should resist. Should be gone.
But the urge…oh, the urge.
Can this be a trap? Maybe.
A furtive glance all round.
The coast seems clear. Safe.
But why in there…in that glassy thing?
What’s it called again?…ah, yes, a bottle.
Sniffing. Watching. Waiting. Vibrating.
Haven’t had a decent meal in days.
In there, danger. Out here, hunger.
Think. Think. Think. Quick. Quick. Quick.
I can do this. Fast in. Fast out.
What’s the worst thing that can happen?
Hungry and alive. Satisfied and dead.
The cheese smells so delicious.
Craving trumped caution.
Made a mad dash for it.
Hardly in when the bottle closed.
A determined sound. Too bad.
Well, at least I’ve got the cheese.
Instantly gobbled it down –
And calmly waited for an unknown fate.