he is wise -- my
rat – stuffed with dark
delicious secrets as he
ponders moonlit
mysteries inside
his Triscuit box – for sheer
days he will muse on Greek
philosophy – or why his
thin long tail has
no hair – as I
watch him climb a
carpet hunk or scale
great heights of cut
wood chunks I’m
floored what I can
learn from him like
not
to bite
a thumb.
ryn.01.04.06
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