Dead Rat In The Road Poem by Clive Culverhouse

dead rat in the road
flat rat in the road
as if placed without gore
more like a small fur rug
than a rodent
as it ran to its conclusion
not aspiring to end this way
the grand plan of a rat
no planner entry
to become - splat -
I wonder if it achieved
all it wanted to achieve
as the car stole the rat
so the clock is stealing me
wheels abrupt
hands gradually
both circling through time
... then somewhere
the rat is running free