A rat in Rose Street.

As large as life and twice as natural.

Combed it's whiskers and then ran along the wall. Probably gorged itself on food from the German market, visited all it's pals in the cellars of the pubs on Rose Street and was trying to hail a taxi back home to Calton Hill.

Today was somewhat on the stressful side, and I will be having a warm bath, and an early night.