Poem to you :

In my wall, a rat lies dead,

Its stench a cloud above my head.

From Japan’s calm, I’m back to this,

Australia’s chaos I can’t dismiss.

Rats in corners, creeping through,

Foul decay in morning dew.

Crowds spill over, loud and brash,

Clogging streets in sweaty clash.

Neat Japan, with order sweet,

Now swapped for grime beneath my feet.

A whiff of rot, a heavy sight,

Home’s a mess, try as I might.

Yet in this funk, I’ll find my way,

Clear the rats, embrace the day.

Australia’s wild, but it’s my own,

I’ll face the gross and make it home.