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BELLA LINDA THE RAT
BY: KATEY PARSON
sleek,elegant,beautiful and true
always grooming me to say I love you
I pet her head,she licks my finger
can't believe I ever lived without her
My BELLA Linda I adore her
my rat and I are friends forever
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The Perfect Pet
The pet that is strongly hated,
By many a person indeed,
Even though it is not evil,
Its reputation can mislead.
Persecuted through the ages,
Until finally someone thought,
To bring it into their own home,
And into their home it was brought.
Through very careful breeding,
And with a kind and caring hand,
An affectionate creature came to be,
That learned to love us; the man.
The rat is now domsticated,
A pet that shows us love,
An animal that instilled such fear,
Is now considered an angel from above.
By Melissa K
Age 13
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All day they sleep, their eyes still open,
Pressing snouts, entwining tails.
They leap;
The ground is fain to hold them
Their lithe precision never fails.
They catch the faded beams of lamplight;
Hold them in their fiery eyes.
Beneath the fur two minds are working
Learned, maybe no, but wise.
The strongest wire cannot hold them
Heart and spirit both are free.
Captivity can never tame them,
Dim their bright vivacity.
Their species reigns despised but dauntless;
Sure of its supremacy.
No primate ever can exceed
Their sheer adaptability.
For centuries we've tried to crush them
Poisoned, trapped and even shot.
The fact that they are still alive
Has proved them a resilient lot.
And a yet a few of us have found
The necessary love and trust
Which ultimately may become
The bridge between the rats, and us.
-by JK
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Ode to a Rat
Always poking, always peeking,
Climbing, jumping, sometimes squeaking,
Twitching whiskers, cunning faces,
Hiding in the strangest places!
Nibbling here and napping there,
Always finds the time to spare
A fuzzy "kiss" upon my cheek.
Sometimes I wish that you could speak!
Bright eyes shining full of love,
A furry gift from up above.
Always glad to have me near.
Such a treasure! What a dear!
Folks can have their cats and dogs,
Horses, snakes, and even frogs.
For me you stand out from the rest.
No doubt about it- a RAT'S the best!
-JCsJanie submitted to the AOL rat message boards 9-2-97
I don't remember where I got this poem, and I didn't write down an author for it, so I'm guessing the author is unknown. If you by any chance know who wrote it, please let me know!
- If You Keep a Rat in a Cage
If you keep a rat in a cage
the rat will lose the impulse to bite you.
Will take food from your hand gently, before
running away with it, back into the corner.
Will climb above on the perches
like a bird in the night.
Will race to the cage door in the dark
and watch you pass, hoping.
Will press its face against the bars,
against the floor as you pet it, as you
stroke it kindly with one finger.
Will perch on your shoulder, and run around
inside your coat, and try not to
pee on you.
If you keep a rat in a cage, and you leave
your best wool sweater there too close by,
the rat will drag it in, pull it through
the narrow opening between the bars
with a strength that seems supernatural,
and tear the crap out of it,
pull the shreds together in a huge rat's nest
and sleep in it, happily shrouded in
closeness to you.
If you keep a rat in a cage, there is no guarantee
the rat will come to love you, but
chances are good. As is the likelihood the rat
will be authentic in its affection;
will be constant and return the good treatment
in kind. And if the rat escapes,
the chance is strong it will return
from beneath the eaves, chattering,
turning its head to one side,
showing one red rat eye, unblinking,
entreating, freedom is not so much,
take me back in.
- Rat
Speak of the loveliness of paws,
each delicate grey toe, soft
as bunting, each arch lifting
finely in its practiced way.
Notice the pink cupped ears,
thin, translucent, glowing
like light between our fingers held
to flame, soft ears ruffling
as leaves at the slightest
breath of something not its own
and not its own heard stirring.
See how the nose will lift then, testing
the warm brown night for sound,
each whisker ending in a point of light
from fire burned low enough for sleeping,
each eye a wet black stone.
We sleep lightly, worlds away
from what is yielding grace
behind our bureaus, between
stacked logs, wherever night
permits the secret showing-forth.
-Author Unknown
- My Rat was sleeping in his nest.
His eyes were closed, he needed rest.
But I still could not resist!
Would he mind if he were kissed?
I picked him up and kissed his head,
And then I put him back to bed.
-Anonymous
