Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Rat Race Blues

After work, I wait for the train,
At night, at the Jackson street stop.
The track pit down is the domain
Of a rat, I watch from atop.
A brownish blob that's gotten fat,
With beady eyes and snakelike tail;
I call the critter, Cool Jack Rat,
Scavaging on this piece of rail.
I toss a chunk of candy bar.
Jack gobbles it in fearless nerve,
Oblivious to what's not far.
The train is coming round the curve.

Jack Rat too long stays on the track.
I get sprayed with the guts of Jack.