By the dumpster you slept, poor Ratty
Laid without wounds, feet side by side
Tail curling slightly, and your eyes open
A milky dot in the centre of each
The doors where your soul flew out
Closed, staring without fear
As you rest, slowed down, away
From angry neighbours, long-toothed
Adversaries, salivating cats
Free from heat, from cold,
Wind or sun, nothing feels bad anymore
What made you set down here?
One final brush with oblivion too many
Panting by peeling paint you felt a stitch
And laid down with a wince,
Then relaxing everything away
Or were you an old veteran vermin
And knowing long how heavy
The world up there can be
You thought, mid-scurry, you know
I don't need to do this anymore
And with a smile beneath those whiskers
All those tasks yet waiting
Some other poor soul can pick them up
A Ratty can at least enjoy the crush
Of life, that exquisite agony of the world
Folding onto you, and you letting
The burning light go.
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