Untouchables
Untouchables
From the window at the hotel I could see
the back yard as a deep canyon of fear and
bins overflowing of half eaten food.
It was night in the canyon a life, cruel and
vile was taking center stage.
A big Rattus Norvegicus was sticking her
snout out of a disused drain pipe, sniffing
the air it was raining slightly, which was
good it kept cats away, those evil ogres
adopted by humans….As Pets!
She had given birth to six pink and blind
babies, and could not stay away for long,
other rats might find and eat them in this
world that knew no compassion and life
ended in violence.
Quickly, yet alert, she ran to the bins found
food, mostly burgers and fried potatoes.
Back in the lair her babies sought nutrition
and warmth; for a moment, in this world of
total outcasts, there was harmony and bliss.
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