06 Rodent

Some people are snakes. They see others as pray. Going for the weak all the while grinning in their face.

Some people are sheep. Following helplessly in that merry go round of a world we live in.

Some people are sharks. Cutting a swath in the masses, leaving only blood behind themselves, sharpening their teeth on the next helpless victim.

Some people are doves. Wishing for peace and all things good in this world, soaring a little above the rest.

Some people are rodents. Scurrying into the shadows, scavenging and salvaging what they can of what was left behind.