Poem of the day

The Pet
by Lenora Speyer (1872-1956)

Hope gnawed at my heart like a hungry rat,
Ran in and out of my dreams high-walled,
I heard its scampering feet:
“Pretty rat – pretty rat — !” I called,
And crumbled it songs to eat.

Hope peeped at me from behind my dreams,
Nibbled the crumbs of my melodies,
Grew tame and sleek and fat;
Oh, but my heart knew ease
To feel the teeth of my rat!

Then came a night — and then a day –
I heard soft feet that scuttled away –
Rats leave the sinking ship, they say.

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