Love in the Form of a Rat Looking for an animal to take in and love At a sheter for the lost I found two souls who took me in instead Their love for me I never questioned Their purpose was so clear To love without fear To care without question or cause Now that they have gone I have been left a special gift A seedling made of sincerity Leaving me with clean hands to care for this idea To grow a tree and protect its virtue To share its shining bounty With those who have no friends like you. Rats. -Siobhan Stimpson