Consider two city swellers
Both strugging to survive
One is feted; one is hated,,
Both desperate to stay alive.
What lottery of life prevails
That sees their fates allot?
One might be fondly coddled
The other poisoned or shot.
When you happen to see either
Scurrying off, each to its lair
Just be grateful you are neither
And reflect how life's not fair
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I enjoy the symmetry of this poem and the analogies you draw our attention to. Ingenious writing MC. 👍
It sure ain't
Thanks SG. I recall a torrential downpour while walking along a
nearby street one afternoon some years ago and seeing a very large rat crossing some yards ahead of a startled woman who
stopped in her tracks at its unexpected appearance and immediate disappearance into a nearby basement. These age-old creatures are true survivors, said to be so numerous they
are within a short distance of us at any given time - yet how
often do we actually see them?
Thanks also to those with their "likes".
A very clever poem, MC, and quite true. Perhaps I'm biaised because we have spotted rats in our garden recently.
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M.C. Newberry
Sun 8th May 2022 19:02
JB - thank you for the kind words. I might not want to confront
a rat but, like pigeons here in town, I harbour a certain "underdog" sort of sympathy for their situation in the cycle of
life.