Ratus Ratus & 2 Haiku

[Hawkman]

Ratus, Ratus

The smile on the face of a rodent
Is wicked and dripping with sin
With beady black eyes
And scrabbling claws
He harvests the crap in your bin

He carries disease and perhaps even fleas
And delights in your squalor and filth
For he loves you at night
And drops in for a bite
He delights in your junk; it’s his tilth

He’ll breed in the sewers, nest under your shed
For you see he’s not too particular
All advantage he’ll make
If steps you don’t take
Get a cat or lay traps where his runs are

You can poison him too if you don’t mind the stench
Not fragrant a rat decomposing
But the choice it is yours
Do you want under floors
A family of rodents reposing?


Words
An ocean of thought
The tide of syllables
Waves breaking on minds

The river flowing
Ideas in the stream
Quenching the soul’s thirst
Words

[PrinceMyshkin]

The rodent rhymes were witty and amusing but I like the quiet thoughfulness of "words" somewhat better.

[MorpheusSandman]

Yeah, I completely echo what Prince said.

[Hawkman]

Fair comment guys.

How do you like this:

Kingfisher

Summer sun
Air lazy, thick and still
The buzz of insects
Upon its bed the river sleeps
Then splash
Quicksilver prey in beak
A darting blue-backed flame alights
Concussed, juggled, head first
The fish is swallowed whole
Too soon
Departing blue electric flash
With piercing call
The halcyon bird is gone
Now just the stream
The damsel flies
And me.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I like that VERY MUCH, itself like the blue-black flame you speak of, and those very trenchant final lines.