i watch the rat as he eats
the fallen seed the birds have dropped
in this early dusk. this spring
evening as the sun retreats
i have no animosity for the furry mopped
rodent. he’s not stealing from the finches
and the sinking sun makes him a soft thing
who measures his days in inches
4 thoughts on “Poem 20160414b”
Wonderful how you’ve transformed this often hated creature into something quite admirable! Not many could have pulled this one off. I absolutely love the last sentence. 💝
Thanks! I’m still not fond of them, but better outside than in my house. And they are kind of cute. Sort of.
Nicely done! I’m having to think too hard about this prompt.
Yeah, the new form threw me for a loop. I had to let it cook all day.
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