Misplaced Care
At first glance I thought
It was a toy, a ragged thing,
perhaps dropped by a small boy.
Lost or abandoned?
Either way
it was being trampled on today
The pavement pushers,
marching through the high street
with shopping on their minds,
they didn’t see it,
Flat and grey,
matching this abysmal rainy day
Against the grain I knelt
To rescue this sodden and
forlorn, forgotten friend.
Its edges revealed,
I knew then
It was not the frippery I had thought
Lurching back, retching,
I tumbled through legs, bags,
Away from the abhorrence.
I didn’t grieve it
that dead rat
I just left it there, all grey and flat.
Copyright © Kaye Locke | Year Posted 2014
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