Once upon a midnight hallowed, under streetlights, sickly sallowed
Over many a trampled brick worn deep into the college walk –
While I wandered, slowly stumbling, suddenly there came a rumbling
As of someone softly tumbling, tumbling ‘cross the crumbled caulk
“’Tis some animal,” I muttered, “tumbling ‘cross the crumbled caulk,
I shall watch it like a hawk.”
Ah, certainly I was sober, it was in the bleak October
And the passing midnight motors echoed down the distant street
O’er sidewalks crammed with costume clutter – through faint intoxicated mutters
Up and down the grimy gutters pitter-pattered rodent feet –
A city rat with fur of satin and tiny sharply clawèd feet –
Scampered on the dark concrete!
Gasping at this autumn boon, I looked up and praised the moon
Or whichever wondrous goddess blessed me with this lucky sight
Enamored, I slowed my pacing – to ease the rat’s fear of my chasing
As it turned, its steps retracing, glorious creature of the night –
It had sensed my eyes invading its protective veil of night
To the drain it made its flight.
I thought I was being sneaky, though all of my limbs were creaky;
But the rat, wildly cheeky, evaded my encroaching gaze.
And I, in alcoholic wonder, cast my unworthy eyes asunder,
As Rattus rattus vanished under, under the moon’s cloudy haze.
I could not see the rat now, damn it! Cursèd be this foul haze!
In vain, I longed for sunshine’s rays.
Deep into the storm drain peering, I resolved not to be fearing;
As I’m sure the rat was sneering, laughing at my frantic search;
Amid missing keys and passes and a pair of dropped eyeglasses,
‘Neath metal slats walked by the masses on the sidewalk near the church –
He is religious, this rat, surely, living so close to the church –
Here, the rat had made its perch.
And despite their tiny size, the moon reflected from its eyes
Two black pearls staring upward from the dirty storm drain floor;
As soon as we made contact, the rat began to scamper back,
As if preparing an attack! Please, sir, do not start this war!
For I cannot now outrun you, if you’re inclined to start a war,
I have two legs, you have four!
Back to campus, I was fleeing, from this rat, violence decreeing
While on the wall, some guy was peeing, trickling down the cobbled stone;
I heeded the horror stories of a rat bite’s inventories,
And its leptospirosis quarries, among other ills unknown
I did not wish to become one of those who finds out this unknown –
So I hastened home, alone.
Moon via Creativa Images, Muse via Author
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