Rat In The Bottle

Wet.
Calm.
Pacing around.
Hatching plans.

Lonely.
Quiet.
Pacing around.
Hatching plans.

Suddenly,
he jumped.
Jumped again
and again.

He looked up,
the top was far.
Accepting his fate,
he laid low.

Suddenly,
he jumped.
Jumped again
and again not retiring.

The bottle fell.
He ran.
Swiftly.
He ran.

poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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