The Misunderstood Animals

The ones who survived through the darkest times
Through dawn and dusk day and light
Their quivering whiskers with a feared face
People shriek as they ran at pace
You’re walking through your city town to see a creature lying down
You pick it up and give it a hand
As your heart begins to affectionately expand
Who knew these creatures were quite nice?
As a cold tear drops from your eye
You look down and see a face with glee
It is a rat
And I was happily smiling
It chose me