We all rushed out
We were running scared
Not knowing what it was about
She thought us weird

But hearing ‘RAT’
She jumped up quickly
And wielding her shoe as if it were a bat
She side stepped us cowards, rather so neatly

Descending on the creature with her tightly held shoe
The rat didn’t budge and didn’t seem to feel the blows
But hearing more footsteps he finally flew
Behind a filing cabinet as we saw the door close

A few minutes later and she marched stern-faced out
Tail secured between her fingers while he hung upside down
I moved out of the way of the squirming figure and its snout
And his eyes looked much meaner and his fur sickly brown

Arm stretched back like a javelin thrower on a poster
She stood out the main door
The vision of riding on a roller coaster
Was the last thing the rat saw

But I stood there watching and I saw him hit the ground
Watched her spit in disgust and walk away stone faced
His legs raised stiffly in the air and making not a sound
The creature lay on its back where force and gravity had it placed

Should I go closer or walk in the opposite direction?
Walked back to my desk, to look professional
But wondered about our savior’s reaction
Was it a hatred for rats or something more personal?