Not a Walk In the Park

I got together with a friend
I haven’t seen in ages.
We met in Central Park, a spot
That certainly engages.

The flowers were in gorgeous bloom,
The gardens lush and tended
And everyone wore masks,
As Dr. Fauci recommended.

We strolled the grounds while catching up
Then found a bench for sitting
While birds and bees flew by
And even butterflies were flitting.

Yet there were also chipmunks
And some squirrels all a’scurry.
I even saw a mouse or two
Which didn’t make me worry.

Until from underneath a hedge
A big fat rat did scuttle,
To which my “Ew!” reaction
Wasn’t what you might call subtle.

It’s really most unfortunate
That this unpleasant sighting
Removed some pleasure from a day
In which I was delighting.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Borke Avatar
October 22, 2020 at 12:11 PM
Rat fur should be made into winter coats. Then they’d go extinct.
Krutsinger Avatar
October 17, 2020 at 5:50 PM
I would have had the same reaction. Rats are such disease spreaders, especially rabies.
Watt Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 2:36 PM
Your perfect cadence always delights, as does your observational poetic style. Not a lot of redeeming qualities (are there any?) in those nasty vermin.
Leffanta Avatar
October 8, 2020 at 10:53 AM
If only more people were like Polynesians and ate them for lunch! Aloha! Rico
Allison Avatar
October 7, 2020 at 2:20 PM
not a walk in the park indeed - we have these beasties on our Island but it is considered bad luck to use the r a t word so we call them long tails or joeys - yeuk they are vermin and carry disease and i would rather not see them:-( hugs Jan x
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