I Heard You (A poem for all the rodents, roaches, quitoes and housepests that create a great deal of housework for a young woman)

When you sang in my ear your song of thirst
When you hid beneath my pillow at night
When you brandished your weapon of attack

To sting my skin and suck of my blood
I heard you.

When you moved my cheese
When you nibbled my cake
When you halved my bread
When you squeezed in through the hole
I saw you.

When you perched on the crumbs
When you made the darkness a covering
When you flew from a corner to the wall
And litter the floors with your intrusion
I heard you.

When I subject your swarm to insecticide
When I lay siege on your plague
When I teargas your intrusion
Then, you’ll hear me!