rat, large and cumbersome,
overfed,
not
an athlete by
any measure,
crosses
the street in front of
us
before
we go into the four
star
restaurant in town.
but
the rat,
grey
as the slush
that melts underfoot,
panicked
by our bootsteps,
hits his head on the curb,
and falls
over.
we step around.
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