Tuesday, September 17, 2002
Rats
Fat
almost cuddly,
but scary as they Tango up
ten steps
then to the side
in a swipe like "I see you, smell you, follow you."
How fast do they run?
Like Cockroaches scampering?
Eewww! Two
on either sidewalk.
I'm in the middle.
134th Street.
Safe ground?
Free from fat, feral rats.
Tonight anyway,
there's no place like home.
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