In Memory of a Brown Rat Named Reebok

This poem is about a rat that was found as a baby with many others. All were pets abandoned. The Humane Society, with all good intent,  took them in. However, after nearly a year of lights and noise and, I'm sure, individuals who teased them all, they were beyond being pets for anyone anymore. The sum of this story is, I worked with them and they progressed slowly with trust but then the rat I named Reebok was accused of biting someone. I guess there were other bites given for probing fingers, but this was the last straw. The "Humane" Society decided to euthanize ALL 11 males in the room. If I had not taken the remaining females, they would probably be destroyed as well since they were not of fancy coloring. As I write this, I still have those girls and have adopted out 4. They are sweeties. But  this arbitrary killing sat heavy with me and I quit volunteering for this organization as I had offered to remove all the males, in different cages, so I could work with them at home where no one would ever poke at them again. I was denied because of some policy to make the public happy. This killing of 11 little souls is what makes the public HAPPY? Shame on such a public and an institution collecting donations in the millions for being a no-kill shelter. Another lie. Arbitrary killing is still going on for thousands of dogs, cats, and caged unwanteds. I will speak this again and again, because I too was duped after learning from many experienced "knowers of the secrets" behind those walls. It's a "pretty" little palace with more room for fundraisers, than animals. For what little good they might do, this is an abomination. Go ahead and sue me, cause I would love to have summoned more people who know this awful truth.

In Memory of a Brown Rat Named Reebok


I know of eleven Innocents, their little Souls put down

Never had a chance in life for a family to be found

They grew up in the chaos of assaulting noise and light

No one took the time to see these beings of the night

I came along all too late when their fate was all but sealed

So many unfairly hated them as though they couldn't feel

Have a mind or precious dream God gifted every creature

Perfected only in animals this unconditional feature

All too ready to give you love and trust our two-legged kind

Sniffing for the safe one because they're very blind

Never prejudiced toward us and all too ready for you play

'Til a human came along and snatched that trust away

Now terror-stricken he bit that familiar poking hand

Could it be the same one of the last malevolent man?

I've seen the rat nine painful years, a hundred come and gone

And the fear of these domestic ones is ab-so-lute-ly wrong

Despising their tails is likened to judging a friend by limb

This will be part of our extinction as the ultimate Living Sin

Thou shalt not kill nor euthanize based on ignorant data bases

And our inhumane society shall be haunted by those faces.


   Ciera S. Louise c. Nov. 17, 2005