#poem #rat #animal #life #shadows #cheese #death

The life of a rat,
What is it like?
It hides in the shadows,
Trying to make itself thrive.

It sees in the darkness,
To feed on something,
Whether cheese or food,
Whether fabric or cloth.

It often gets trapped,
In those obvious traps,
And yet eyes the food,
With that greedy look.

I wonder what it thinks,
At its time of death,
Whether it is about family,
Or the cheese in the hook.

-Siddarth