May 2023
I guess I am like that Rat
He was the tough one that wouldn't die.
The one that just couldn't be killed... until he was
He had been shot and hurt, holed through, at least 3 times, gone to death though still not yet,
But still he fought, running, hiding and evading
When the dog finally came for him, scented in, brown and power in dusted thunder
With spit, teeth and blood rolling
The rat actually jumped up to fight, springing and trying to bite him in the face
He bounced and sprang, almost like a boxer, dodging in and out, feinting and snapping
For a moment, surviving
The dog , for his part, was a little more cautious
On the last go round with this rat , he had taken a nasty bite to the lip and nose while trying to put the death clamp to him
The rat took advantage of the moments hesitation to quickly squeeze through the chicken wire and escape between the layers
The dog ,snapping , bit him as he went through, trying to crush him in his powerful jaws
But the wire caught his teeth in gnashing
And the rat slipped away
Gone in the dark
Until he wasn't
Until he was found again
Found behind the planter, then under the footer and then back on the other side of the aging chicken wire
He had been shot again in the meantime, yet still his reserves weren't gone
Still he ran and led the dog on the chase, evading him at every turn
Until he didn't
The last shot stopped him and he lay down
He was wet with dog spit and bedraggled and still wanting to bite
But it was over and the dog pounced on him and put the death bite to his stomach, ending it finally
This rat had been trapped the week before and escaped from the jaws of the trap, into the jaws of the dog
He escaped once again with a well placed bite and lived to fight another day
And what a fight it was
And I think that I am like that rat. I just keep going and keep fighting and I think it's mainly because I just don't know how to give up or maybe sometimes I am just too dumb to give up..
Maybe that was the rats problem too.
He was the tough one that wouldn't die.
The one that just couldn't be killed... until he was
He had been shot and hurt, holed through, at least 3 times, gone to death though still not yet,
But still he fought, running, hiding and evading
When the dog finally came for him, scented in, brown and power in dusted thunder
With spit, teeth and blood rolling
The rat actually jumped up to fight, springing and trying to bite him in the face
He bounced and sprang, almost like a boxer, dodging in and out, feinting and snapping
For a moment, surviving
The dog , for his part, was a little more cautious
On the last go round with this rat , he had taken a nasty bite to the lip and nose while trying to put the death clamp to him
The rat took advantage of the moments hesitation to quickly squeeze through the chicken wire and escape between the layers
The dog ,snapping , bit him as he went through, trying to crush him in his powerful jaws
But the wire caught his teeth in gnashing
And the rat slipped away
Gone in the dark
Until he wasn't
Until he was found again
Found behind the planter, then under the footer and then back on the other side of the aging chicken wire
He had been shot again in the meantime, yet still his reserves weren't gone
Still he ran and led the dog on the chase, evading him at every turn
Until he didn't
The last shot stopped him and he lay down
He was wet with dog spit and bedraggled and still wanting to bite
But it was over and the dog pounced on him and put the death bite to his stomach, ending it finally
This rat had been trapped the week before and escaped from the jaws of the trap, into the jaws of the dog
He escaped once again with a well placed bite and lived to fight another day
And what a fight it was
And I think that I am like that rat. I just keep going and keep fighting and I think it's mainly because I just don't know how to give up or maybe sometimes I am just too dumb to give up..
Maybe that was the rats problem too.
