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It's been a ratty year
I mean literally, we've had
An unusual number of rats
First one was last June
In the garden
Ruining the tomatoes
I dispatched him in short order
But didn't see it as
A warning of Things to Come
Then in August one got in
Through the air conditioner
(which revolted me)
A dab of peanut butter
Lured him to his demise
And that seemed to be it
But then the other day I went into the attic
To fetch my daughter's sleeping bag
And there was this fat, tawny rat
Gnawing on a candy cane
It had stolen from our Christmas box
I'll be honest; I screamed
In surprise and horror
And only later, after he had
Sauntered back into the shadows
Did I get angry at
All the destruction he had caused:
Shit everywhere
Precious things ruined
That was in mid-November
And for three weeks now
That rat has avoided all traps
He's wilier then most rats
I don't put much stock in the
Ready-made metaphors
Life sometimes hands us
Simple answers are often
Stupid answers, and there's
Confirmation bias
to contend with
But anyway
Like I said
It's been a ratty year
- Michael Mayhew's Shared Poems
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