Quiet Reflection on the Day

There was a poem I wanted to write
It was forming in my mind
when my son yelled at his sister

There was rat I killed this morning
Jumped out of the garbage then down my leg
The damn flashlight was dead from kids clicking it

There is an old broom I keep under the stairs
And I swept the rat hard out across the tiles
He bounce against the wall and out onto the street

There was life in his eyes as he lay on the asphalt
And I was thinking how I liked this little rat
as the sedan tire rolled over him