OF JOY AND RODENTS

OF JOY AND RODENTS





Who is to say that being here is not glorious even

In the most squalid of existence; even in the streets

Festering with garbage, being here is a joyous thing.



Tell the blind woman, blind since birth, that joy is non

Existent; her hyper-extended senses would tell you that

She sensed and loved the tiny feet of mice eating her cheese.



The most visible of happiness occurs when, without the

Expectation of result, something explicable happens; and

That is, the unexpected joy that Sisyphus could not imagine.



For all the rats eating our grain and causing continual

Scourges, they teach us to value life as they endure the

Hatred and interminable tortures of laboratory animals.



Our age builds an enormous citadel of power; formless as

The extensive stress it exacts on us.  It no longer respects any

Temples; however, the rat teaches us the temple of survival



The whole family of rodentia is our guru; from rabbits we

Learn to spawn our progeny; from squirrels we learn to

Economize in lean times and from mice we learn humility.



Their veins flow with existence without a Bill of Rights;

What makes us think that we have more entitlements; let

Us love our rodent brothers and chew on life as they do.




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