The Ramingo’s Porch – “Here Come The Rats” A Poem By John Grey

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Maybe rats started out
content to live
in riverbanks,
trashcan alleys,
and perhaps,
in their tiny rodent minds,
they figure they do just
as much good
as trolling sparrows
and foraging squirrels
and that,
for someone like me,
living alone
in an inner-city apartment,
they provide company
as warm
and more faithful
than any woman –
yes, it could well be
that they think
I lay out poison
in an effort
to kill
what is really
to my benefit –
maybe rats
keep coming back because
they believe
eventually I’ll start
looking at it all
from their perspective
and forgo the death traps –
but the rats don’t know me –
and they’re ill-equipped
to get their point across.


John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Muse, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in South Florida Poetry Journal, Hawaii Review and the Dunes Review.


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