No doubt,
if he had a phone,
he would have called
a friend (or two):
Hey, I just got dropped off.
Corner of Short Beach
and Maple.
Maybe someone
would have picked him up.
He could have walked —
it’s less than a mile,
as the crow flies.
But neither
crows nor rats
have phones,
don’t cha know.
What would be the need?
The probability
of slipping out
of a dumpster from
the back of a semi like that?
Slim to none, I’d think.
But I’m no rat,
now am I?
Maybe it happens
all the time?
