I SCUTTLE, scuttle, little roach -- How you run when I approach: Up above the pantry shelf. Hastening to secrete yourself. Most adventurous of vermin, How I wish I could determine How you spend your hours of ease, Perhaps reclining on the cheese. Cook has gone, and all is dark -- Then the kitchen is your park: In the garbage heap that she leaves Do you browse among the tea leaves? How delightful to suspect All the places you have trekked: Does your long antenna whisk its Gentle tip across the biscuits? Do you linger, little soul, Drowsing in our sugar bowl? Or, abandonment most utter, Shake a shimmy on the butter? Do you chant your simple tunes Swimming in the baby's prunes? Then, when dawn comes, do you slink Homeward to the kitchen sink? Timid roach, why be so shy? We are brothers, thou and I. In the midnight, like yourself, I explore the pantry shelf! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS THE SPIRIT OF THE SABBATH by ISIDORE G. ASCHER THE WIFE'S TREASURE by SABINE BARING-GOULD WATCHING RUNNING WATER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ASOLANDO: MUCKLE-MOUTH MEG by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AFTER CIVILISATION by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. INDIA, THE WISDOM-LAND by EDWARD CARPENTER |