Guy Hears Scratching Coming From Inside The Bathroom Wall #Video

The moment this little creature BURSTS out of the wall

POEM:

Scratching From Inside the Bathroom Wall

There's a scratching from inside the wall, A sound that makes my skin crawl. It starts as a faint and distant sound, But grows louder, closer, all around.

I try to ignore it, to tell myself it's just the wind, But deep down I know that's not the case, not even. For the scratching is rhythmic, and methodical, And it's coming from the bathroom wall, oh so critical.

I try to focus on the tasks at hand, But the scratching is persistent, and demands. It pulls at my attention, draws me in, And I can't help but wonder what's within.

I want to ignore it, to go about my day, But the scratching won't let me, it won't go away. It's like a siren's call, a beckoning hand, And I can't resist its pull, I must understand.

I slowly make my way to the bathroom door, My heart pounding in my chest, so very sore. I reach out a trembling hand and turn the knob, And brace myself for what I might see, a job.

The door creaks open and I peek inside, And what I see makes me want to run and hide. For there, in the corner, is a creature small, A mouse, with sharp claws, scratching at the wall.

I gasp and step back, shocked and scared, But the mouse just looks at me, unafraid. It cocks its head and lets out a squeak, As if to say, "Don't worry, I'm just seeking a treat."

And in that moment, I feel a strange connection, A bond with this creature, a strange affliction. For in its eyes, I see a spark of life, A will to survive, to live and thrive.

And so I leave the mouse in peace, addock.

I stand and watch as it disappears, Into the wild, to live its life without fear. And I'm left with a sense of wonder and awe, At the beauty and mystery of nature's raw.