Dinner at Dusk

The title sounds elegant but this poem is about a Rat! They get rather a bad press, I fear, and they often deserve it, but Celeste's rat Scabber, curled up here, asleep, after a good meal, looks positively pet-like!

Celeste used the word

'Crepuscular' 

one ABC WEDNESDAY.

I'd never heard it before and I decided the concept was worthy of a poem. 

DINNER AT DUSK!

What a wonderful word 'crepuscular'!

Did you know it applies to me?

My friend Celeste

Pronounces it best,

With the utmost fluency.

I like to sit on her shoulder,

When she's writing big words down,

Then I start to squeal

About getting a meal

And I'm off into the town.

"Is it dusk or dawn?", I ask her,

"Not too dark and not too light?

I'll be safe and sound

Running all around

If conditions are just right."

I can scuttle about in the shadows,

Before the sun appears,

For I feel afraid

Where there isn't shade!

When it's dawn I forget my fears.

Cats roam about in darkness

And then they go home to sleep,

I fear cats because

Of their teeth and claws!

With cats I know life is cheap!

Hawks rule the skies in daylight!

They swoop out of the blue!

I find it's wise

To avoid their eyes!

I know what talons can do.

Yes, the dawn and the dusk are friendly

To a little rat like me.

That's why I say

Keep your night and day!

I live 'crepuscularly'!




Another about a pet here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/208duck-for-cover.html