DARK
In the dark a rat                                                     a rat with a stench as hard as ***
Lonely than the anthills of the Savanna                                                      ­wishing to one day listen to the sound of passing

Cold and unwilling rapt under the cloth of fear of the unknown wishing to have taken this part or that part

Confused like a light rat keeping the record of the past    instead of setting a new,  Wishing time could take a nap under the forgetting tree.
Never to be found.
Immortality even in the dark
Can you see the light?


           Peter praise