Something fluttered in the shadows
of that sodium glow,
that orange coloured street light
that we have all come to know.
On closer inspection
I see the shape of a man,
a motionless figure
lying silent and calm.
I call out "hello"
I don't know why,
but i received no response
I heard no reply.
Concerned for this person
I moved closer to check,
if they were hurt in any way
or just a drunk, just a wreck.
The nearer I got
the more worried I became,
I called " hello" again
and introduced myself by name.
It was then that I realized
that this man was dead,
and had probably suffered
a severe blow to the head.
What I saw next
is no word of a lie,
from his face crawled a rat
from the socket of his eye.
I turned to be sick
turned on the spot,
when one rat turned to two
three four then a lot.
It was then that it hit me
I'd been lured into their trap,
a strategic plan
marked out on a map.
My pulse started racing
my chest became tight,
I was full of fear
being consume by fright.
Frozen to the spot
I just stared at the ground,
as these rats now hundreds
just run round and round.
Then all went silent
all went still,
and over come with panic
I became violently ill.
With the force of my retching
I fell to my knees,
as tears streamed my cheeks
I sobbed the word " please ".
While I was crying
in my penitent pose,
it was clear this was revenge
from my four legged foes.
For as they scurried towards me
I became suddenly mute,
seeing the body on the ground
held close an old flute.
©spor
