to a rat (20171021)

dead rat
already stiff
by my car tire

i never hit you
nor bore you malice

it seems you
were prey
of neither cat nor hawk

your black
eyes shine
reflecting a late
afternoon sun

you were never
my friend
but i wonder
if you were poisoned
or just looking for shade
and if you knew today’s dawn
was your last

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