A squirrel taps its way
Across the road
And up into a tree
A strange cross between
A persian cat
Its tale a fluff of gray
A softness I envy
Grace I'll never hope to learn
And a rat
A pint-sized rodent scavenger
A wild thing
With rat-like claws
A lurker in the shadows.
I know it is more rat
Than feline
And yet as I brake the car
With haste
And watch its tail flip angrily at me
Its dark eyes peek
Suspicious at me
I see a friend
And not an enemy
And so I cannot help
But see humanity
A few true rats, yes,
But most of us
More fluff than claws.
