To Kill A Rat

I've laid my traps. A feast fit for royalty has been prepared. Come my pretties, come. As dusk approaches I watch the amber hue of the street lights glow. Soon, I'll open my bottle of red, taking my glass & my place to watch the festivities. Let the rat bastards come tonight. Let their dainty little feet tiptoe across my wooden rails with the agility of a tight rope artist. I relish the thought of no weapons. The greed of mine enemy will consume him. Come my pretties come, your table awaits.