Ode to A Dead Rat

I never got to name you

you were never truly mine

we just met in passing

you were dead, I was alive.

I knew of your existance

and then that fateful day

upon a dusty concrete slab

your lifeless body lay.

You, the harbinger of disease

I am sworn to slay

and so I serve the chunks of death

eat them if you may.

You seemed a faithful companion

in this harsh forsaken place

Someone I could talk to

Someone I can't replace.

I put you Someplace Special

out of the way of Harm

but the fighting screaming swarm from Hell

knocked you down, down, down.

and now you are a memory

condemned to a sewage ridden grave

mayhap one of your fellows will come along

to be my shining knave.

no, this is not the actual rat I memorialized in prose, no cameras allowed in the barns. but he does remind me of that special rat of a few weeks ago...you don't often spy rats there, although you know they're lurking...