I stepped on a rat today.
Watched it twitch and writhe,
No sound, from its small mouth.
And I felt a kinship
to the small shrew.
Both of us,
alone,
Struggling to breathe
In this cruel world.
Shaking,
Waiting for death
to take us.
I watched the rat's breathing
come to an end.
Finally, at peace.
I cried for my new friend. Cried because
Freedom,
Comes at a heavy price.
But is it any heavier,
than the weight of life?
My friend
found their answer. And
Who would have thought
My answer would be
Shared with,
By the rat, I stepped on today.
