Gift

Lethargic and thin

And cold

She won't move

I call my dad

Crying

With my dying

Rat in my hands

And ask him

To come upstairs

He calls some vets

And I call Geof

She won't drink

Or eat

She lays on my chest

I can feel her heart

Beat on my thumb

Geof says he doesn't know

Since she didn't

React to the corn syrup

I talk to my mom

As I put her back

In my hand

She says she just got sick

Because she's a rat

And I tell her

I can't feel her

Heart beat anymore

R.I.P. London Boo Boo!