Salt

He is no flower, not a cloud.
Not even rain or fear.
He’s not inspiring to crowd.
His story – you will never hear.
He’s seen some pretty scary stuff, though.
Made fifteen lovely things.
And he survived not once, but twice.
He’s angel without wings.
To me, he is great, he does not judge. He listens, sticks around.
He’s “white and fluffy” little nudge. He is my trusted one.
I’ll write about him,
since I can.
I’ll honor him,
I thought.
The best his kind will get, “Ruuun! Raaaaats!”
My pet rat, little Salt.