PUNK POETRY: Small Death by Carolyn Banks

Rat in the pool, swimming for its life. 

Quick, I get the net beneath him.

Spent rat, but saved.

Cat streaks in, bats the squealing rat.

No-o-o!

Son comes at my scream.

Wow! 

Then Dad, Dad, you gotta see this!

I drown in their delight.


--Carolyn Banks

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