My Friend, Ratta

She softens the sharp shrill scream of night.
Akin to the velveteen rabbit,
She is a messenger with a stormy coat scruffed by
Wind, Kung Fu and my scissors.
Spent much time in the great chasm beneath
The majestic mountain of bed.
Faded, peachy ears have heard much.
Leader of the snuggle battalion,
So simple but the target of intricate emotion.
Brought home from the shop where rubbish reigns,
Lost for countless moons,
Found when rats were my personal gods.
My tight-lipped confidant, rich in secrets,
Loved by one, repulsive to a cat-loving few.
All-seeing eyes redone by sharpies.
Snaking tail ties and unties as she waits.
Nose no longer flocked, she sniffs out toast.
Nubby paws hold items of interest.
Peer pressure and maturity could not sway me,
I love my unkempt angel.