Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-27
The Big Brown Rat That Lives
in Grant Park
He Never Goes Over Look the Lake. His Hole in the
Ground Interests Him.

mink. lives Perhaps his father mother
unusual escaped from the close by.
You pass his hole the foot of small tree the side
of the drive When you watch him watches you He does
his hole unless you much and
close enough his eyes distinctly
Then he goes down. up keeps the
between you and him does like the end of the
day.
He is wonderfully active alert and EFFICIENT
His trail leads from the foot of the beside the drive
the andocked body of upon which the little rowboas
lie night and stormy days going the lake when it is
safe.
His engine his the his transmission
and ignition his lungs his carbureto and the brain
rat shulas mysterious your brainis his driver
He lives happy his domain doubling
park made him. little beings believe
made for quite passing
by his rahoe the drive NOT inhabited that
ligent mind created them He agnosticyou
him believe anything that he understand prove
and understand prove very much happy
and self satisfied and knows that the yarn park
being laid and the drive made ON purpose fairy story
not to be swallowed by any AGNoSTIC rat.
He up down path his hole at the
the tree with contempt queer gray animals
with bushy tails that live UP the day
his hole with his teeth long and die convinced
has not missed anything that life had to offer
You may that evening you take the trou
BILE to visit Grant Park and watch the right spot
You many rats like him any part of Atlanta
any big city They humans rodents twoegged
without fur, but intellectually they too, rats.
They live in their little holes and have their little rways
They deny what they can't understand and they look
the big lake. which to human beings walking erect great
mysterious sky of night with all its beauty grandeur
Beautiful Lake ALBANIA, but cares nothing
for it.
The sun is down. leaving behind him enough light to cover
the water with deep dark purple.
The rising fights with pale light against clouds
and against the bright memory the just gone
full of life and blows the water carrying cold with
it. The trees taking n the dreariness of winter
In the southwest great planet shines with pure light
When will have been dead million years that noble light
win shine in that spot and then perhaps will begin
know and appreciate the lake" which they live
the lake of infinite space amending time the lake of
and planets and nebulae-the in which
solar systems the the Milky Way single
microscopic atoms of life clnging grain
The brown of Grant Park any the
which yards from his hole-1oooo miles could
separate him from completely did take in
in it, it would him only drearine and ter
rort big for his BRAIN overwhelming courage
We that live here great lake the eternal
infinite universe in which grain of sand is rolling
And because cosmc rats and less than
horror rat would reco from
the lake him.
We invent time and space and the clock comfort us
We plan gded heaven at the top of nfny painful
hell at the bottom We bear look is We can
not bear to face it, study it and revere it.
But built to stand straight and the sky will not
forever be human living intellectual hole in the
ground
The stars that out by and look ooldy
will different the thousands centuries 90 by They
will always tiny feeble pitul little beginnings thought
for not rise above planet they will see man At
least not afraid to face his destiny study universe that
contains him.
Man Will find the to live mentally to THINK as
far out In the universe his telescope carry hnand far