Remarking on Rats

 

It's true
i agree with you Vincent
a body mostly belly
with a light coat of fur
enough to help them scurry
but not to stay warm
from the cold

These New York winters can be one's enemy...

just like they are for the rats...

so they are forced to burrow
dig and claw
bite and gnaw
not just for food
but for a way beyond the door...

You have to let the right one in...

Lest you fail all over again...

i see you emphasized their ears
and rightfully so
as their lot in life
is to flee to and fro
not much different from myself
you might find it funny to know...

Sometimes the most precious thing in this world

is shelter from a storm...

it occurred to me your painting
doesn't capture their sounds
as they run from hole to hole
and squeak and scratch
&
claw at the latch
to my bread box
or the rubbish bin
if they could chew through glass
why they would drink
every last
drop
of my gin!
i imagine...

A world where the rats eat ice cream!

A life where I am free and I live out my dreams!

Do the rats ever become full of themselves?
Is there a rat king?
Perhaps they could use one of my metal washers
as a crown...
Do they ever leave town?
Do they too have humor?
Are there clowns?
i am sure they also have downers...
rodents who ever frown...
and just make life a misery for others...
those types sicken me...

i have observed them grow ill...

a truly sad fate to befall any mammal...

i knew the bioweapon was real
cause for a time
why they stopped visiting me
& my old worn home
no more did i hear or see them

in fact
i even found a rather large one
the size of a cat!
he looked miserable
unable to move
no more running
panting

i could tell the creature
had come to me
for mercy
my old pest
had a final request
i took my bat and gave him a whack
i tried my best
but he didn't die at first
so i had to hit him over and over
till finally i heard a sound like a
splat
he was dead.
such is the life of a rat...