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The Black Thing
My husband John and I We're sitting down for tea, Suddenly I spied Something black in front of me John put down his teacup And with a look of complete surprise Said, "What was that black thing That flashed before my eyes?" The black thing whizzed across the room Then disappeared out of sight, We had been out all day so All our doors and windows Were closed tight The room was quiet, We could not hear a sound Not the squeak of a mouse Or the flap of a wing, In the air or on the ground. The black thing had vanished, Into thin air. No rodent or bird, Found anywhere. Was it a bat? Or baby rat? Rat's don't fly, So it couldn't be that. The black thing flashed past, At such a pace, It would help if you were slower to notice features or face. It seemed to disappear, Into the air conditioner, High up on the wall If it did, there was still no sound, No chirp, tweet or squawl We turned off the heating, In case the black thing Had got inside And it had died. What an evening that turned out to be, A conundrum indeed for John and me. We are waiting for a call, For the technician to take the conditioner Off the wall. To solve the mystery Of who that unwelcome guest can be.
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