Some nights
the rat with pointed teeth
makes his long way back
to the bowl of peaches.
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An innovative theme coming in form of narration by a kid about encounters with rats and experiences through which they took it iis captivating and worthy of selection as modern poem of the day.
Where are the parents of the rat! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Such a spell binding narrative of having encounters with small living creatures we call nuisance. I too wrote a poem about having a rat and a squirrel in my attic. A small problem compare to so much that we go through life yet for some time it consumed all our energy and attention. Congratulations Naomi Shihab. It’s a pleasure to read your poems.
Naomi Nye has already earned by admiration and, no doubt, that's part of the reason I find this poem charming. Of the things we can take from it is the mental exercise she shows in channeling a dislike into trying to put her self in another creature's shoes, or more accurately in this case, paws. And another reason I find it charming is I relate to this exercise I myself have several times written into poems. -GK
...... A RAT? I THOUGHT they were mice, but a RAT family? That´s so very eerie! Sorry for my exclaim. I am truly shocked. In my whole life I have seen only one tiny mouse, which accidentally came into the house through the cellar, since that tiny mouse lost its way in the woods, our mansion lies near the woods.
Mice? I am sorry if one can be seen in the house, but I do not know this luxury. How bad. They bring diseases. By the way, for a poem it is very nice to create, and for the readers very nice to read about their playfulness. A well-deserved Modern Poem Of The Day, Naomi. CONGRATULATIONS!
Rats are good at hiding so these nests might be tucked away in attics, basements or crawl spaces or hidden in the walls. Along with health concerns and other problems, poor sanitation can lead to a situation where rats and mice have easy access to food and water sources, encouraging them to move in and create a nest in home without any friendship with rats. O no hello
And the shores of morning loom up lined with little shadows, things we never wanted to be, or meet, and all the rats are waving hello. waving hallo to me.. interesting poem. tony
I lived in a mouse-ridden house and though I dislike killing creatures I could not live with these smelly vermin carrying things running across my counters, across my bed. I set my traps, I set out poison. I killed your mouse's daddy and brother even somewhat cute as they were. Sorry, Naomi, please don't bar me from reading your lovely work..
An amazing poem........10++ Please read my new poem BIRTHDAY NOTE. Thanks🙏❤️👌