Rat-Catcher & Potato Head
For weeks we’d
hear it gnawing
at the wood
slats
of the
chain-link fence
rustling
through leaves
heaped in
the corner
of the yard
by the neighbor’s
cinderblock
garage and
once a
glimpse of long
pink tail
black fur
eyes little pricks
in the dark
sparked
by the
porchlight
one
afternoon
out of the
blue
a feathered
slash & rat
clutched
in talons
snatched
away
spirited off over
the parking
lot
kids’ sandbox
Mr. Potato Head
stoic under
his bowler
not batting an
eye
6
February 2019
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