Jean Valjean --- With Pic

Jean Valjean No sound of clocks tracking the time at 6:37 the rat scurries across the invisible line high up on the leaning fence from my corner window I observe this grotesque creature claiming its nameless turf Every day I twitch when I see its tail zig zagging around the traps which seem to have failed my futile attempts have become embraced and I’ve surrendered to its swift and rapid race For what purpose does my mission achieve? whether it’s dead, alive, or perfectly clean why should I care whether its free to roam there’s a place for every animal to find their home Should I call pest control and make a big stink warn my friends, have them over for a drink form an anti-rat neighborhood watch? I wonder if they would care for this as much In the meantime I’ve christened this blasted rat with a familiar name like jean valjean every dusk it taunts me and awaits to be seen scuttling across my sideyard wall for now I’m content and will silence my shout and watch my little friend scurry about at 6:37 across the invisible line like a clock ticking without a sound tick, tock, tick, tock, shhhhhhhhhh Like a clock ticking without a sound …..Co-written by beatriZ & Gabi 10/09