Beneath A Domed Sky
The Rat, Lives.
Its beady little eyes looked at me. Waited for me...as if to ask: 'What are you going to do? I have no place to go. Are you going to bring me back inside?'.
Its beady little eyes looked at me. Waited for me...as if to ask: 'What are you going to do? I have no place to go. Are you going to bring me back inside?'.