Rat-S
This morning through the window in the bush
A different shaking of the shrubs
A furtive flash of frantic feet, a pause, a hush
And then the beady eyes, stubs
Of whiskers and hairy form: a sly, wanton rat!
The pest of homes, the frigid fear that genders
Fright. There it is free outside
Majestic creature in native site there meanders
Alarming niether hate nor pride
And I troubled that I am comfortable with that.
Not in my house, but parliament and offices high
In sleek talking men, and smile
The rats have taken over, and we in silence ply
Their debris hunger, their style
Nocturnal, non-transparent, germ laden droppings
The rat is gone - to hide, but there another one!
In the undergrowth and secret
Place, these scavengers cleans the foul environ
From our bad habits come regret
We encourage them by our frivolous nappings
Rats now, where only one I saw before. The first
Is safely hid now from the eyes
And the others wander among us free like a curse
Agents of nature that we despise
The droppings that reveal our own callous neglect
There is something in that from a distance looking
Something so suave about a rat
I could admire them outside my house, they bring
No threat to me, no illness for that
The ones in positions of trust fringe so our respect.
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