watching the rat
walk along
the 2 by 4
so gracefully carefree
and unafraid of us,
then stopping
as it hears a rifle bolt
being pulled back
and then lifting its head
searching for the origin
of the clicking sound,
as a couple of us
restrain the almost murderer
and the rat proceeds
going on about its business.
(9-16-1968)
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