Mr. Rat consciously gathers
Rushes and lots of wild birds feathers
To make a quilt for bad weather.
Canes of rush and camomile
Spreads them in the sun to dry.
 
Mr. Rat s’eeps under eiderdown
In his burrow under ground.
When he turns aside on leaves
Feathers crack between the sheets.
 
He woke up, got off his bed,
"Rushes make too much noise" – he said.
Closes the window set flush
Against the unquiet rush.
 
He draws the eiderdown on head
His feet remain bare, instead.
On his tummy he now whines
Should have made this longer, guys!