Poem 20160414b

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


National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 14
San San Poem

4 thoughts on “Poem 20160414b”

  1. 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. 💝

    1. Thanks! I’m still not fond of them, but better outside than in my house. And they are kind of cute. Sort of.

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