I put the rat on your
shoulder. He sits quietly,
eating with his dainty paws
pieces of your biscuit.
        You break the
last of the biscuit
with your long slim fingers
and offer me a piece. I
        Like the rat you
relish each remaining
        Frantic for
freedom the rat rushes
back and forth
across your shoulder.

You put the rat
back in it's cage
and smile
at me