Ode To a Dead Black Rat
Black Rat;
Laying on your stomach in the grass.
Looking so alive by the ant-hill;
Looking so fine by the ant-hill,
With your shiny black coat.
Black Rat;
In silent meditation,
Dear Black Rat;
With such a fine pink tail.
Such a long, fine, pink tail.
Black rat;
Looking at me with little dark eyes;
Sad little rat eyes.
Ever open in the death stare;
Already turned to glass.
Black Rat;
So fine and fat,
Teach me your solemn wisdom.
Rotting lonely by the ant-hill.
You have just begun to stink.
Black Rat;
Lead me ever through the darkness,
Protect me from the foes that vex me.
House me and protect my children.
Teach me how to eat cheese.
Black Rat;
So much wiser than the live ones,
Speaking reams of quiet oration
In your silent meditation;
You have just begun to stink.
Black Rat;
Oh exalted leader.
Resting there beside the ant-hills
Your dead eyes full of so much wisdom.
Where is my cheese.
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2019
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