Thanks for visiting Steven Humphreys’ Website. I got really inspired and wrote poetry all night long one night when I was fifteen. One of my first fifty something poems was titled ‘Rotting Green Rats.‘
The scene took place in a storm drain pipe down the hill by the street in front of my house…
I have since rewritten it because of a pet rat I bought thirty some years later to keep me company traveling around to Arizona in construction. Unlike their reputation in the movies; if you have ever owned one, you know how sweet and affectionate they actually are.
She was always so happy to greet me when I came home after work. It jumped up and down in the cage anxious for me to take it out. It licked my face kissing me, even nibbling on my fingers
She was such a great companion crawling under my shirt, popping her head out then continuing on my shoulder and top of my head. I can still feel those beautiful little claws scratching on me. She joined me eating buttered popcorn, even sharing a little jack and coke as I watched some corny ‘B’ horror movie in a lonely old motel.
I named my precious adopted girl ‘Tammy.’ I was totally devastated when she died. Everything went wrong that dreadful day. It was Christmas Eve, I got laid off from my job, I had no family, and my pet was virtually my only friend left in the world. It was terrible. Sadly, they only live about four years at the longest. I miss her to this very day. The poem I wrote, is a tribute to her. I will always love my daughter rat, ‘Tammy.’
You never know which one of nature’s creatures you will love and cherish until you actually have the experience of owning one…