Rats
In the dark cellar
where I lay my young head
there were shadows rats,
and phantom squeaks.
All night long
hunched silhouettes
nibbled at the space
between them and me.
Luckily, I had a superman figure
who rodeoed them all
into a toy plastic hospital
where they were put down
humanely.
As I was,
when I mentioned my fears
to unblinking parents.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment