Ratted out

I think I smell a rat
There’s a waft of detachment
in the room

I think I smell a rat
it’s the smell of fleas
jumping all over the place

I think I see a rat
it’s tail lashing out
whipping the mice in the room

I think I see a rat
it’s beady eyes
focused on – garbage

I think I hear a rat
screeching
false notes

I think I feel a rat
scurrying
sniffling
spreading the plague

I think I taste
rat
it’s fluids
on my tongue

(Honouring yesterday’s NaPoWriMo prompt about nature, sort of)

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