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Mid-air exchange of a live rat: Vishaal Pathak

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    Vishaal writes short stories and poems, mostly about memories. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in ARTS by the People, Five on the Fifth, Kitaab, Ghudsavar, The Kelp Journal, Vermilion, The Rainbow Poems, Open Minds Quarterly, Good Printed Things and Metonym Journal.

A swoosh, a squeal, and frantic flapping

Of wings against the dull grey

Talons tucked into the felt on the nape of its prey

Should’ve seen it coming, whirling in the sky

But the rat had its head buried in leftovers it stole and ferried

From a dumpster to the open terrace

A steep, turbulent ascent much like an aircraft

Steadies a short while after take-off

Downsizing the cars and construction below

Perilous in the event of an impact, still; 

Fascinating to observe when cruising above

A sudden tremor, a vigorous free-fall 

Supplemented by a gust o’ wind

But a quick stroke of luck to be nabbed

By a different set of claws

Its heart must’ve stopped then sank to its feet and then leapt

Into its throat

The rat flexed its arms, confident of good fortune

Smirked to itself about the brush with death – what a story it shall make

And looked up as if to thank its rescuer

Flying close and identical to its original predator

‘What a fool!’ screamed an on-looker,

‘They will feast on its flesh and bones’

‘Often, one will push you deep in trouble,

And pull you back to win your trust. It can be hard to tell,’ felt sorry another 

‘I’m sure it’s hatching an escape plan; it’s happy to just

Have lived now so as to fight later,’ quipped a third

‘What if the rat was poisoned? Sometimes what we may fondly consume,

Might end up consuming us! ‘ cautioned a fourth.

Unaware of the worries and frustrations of the anatomically close mammals

And unbothered by the outcome

The trio flew into the sunset

Together.

Image Credit: Photo by Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa 

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