I think I spied a Rat
Deep within the trees
It was nearing dark
I was peering hard
Lotsa rats been poisoned
Around here of late
I can't stand the suffering
I thought that I might help
Rat bait is very hard stuff
Takes the life right out them
Before they even die
I hit them on the head then
To send them on their way
I retreat into darkness
And listen to my breath
And listen to my heart
And I am not happy
With the outcome
That the income
Has become
Itis hard on the rodents
Deep within the trees
And as hard on me
So far from the sun.
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