Beach Rats

I once saw a little family of wild rats living on the beach. This is the poem that followed.

Little Rat family

On the beach

Living as close as cheek to cheek

Underneath rocks that tend to jab

The best kind of home they could have

Protected from bird and beast

That seek to have a rat-filled feast

They have as much as they could wish

From humans sending crumbs adrift

Sea, salt, and seagulls cries

Evening breaking with the tides

This is the best life for a rat

Feeling protected, happy, and fat