All he’s done
is leave tiny black turds
in return for some butter
to fatten his babies.
Leaves succumb
frost whitens windshields
noses redden and run
rain blows sideways
trees tremble
and he returns
regular as Santa.
Cold and hungry he comes
to where it’s toasty and dry
and I’m supposed to murder him.
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Well I am certainly glad your little mouse is a father(his babies). Finally comes a little recognition that men have a maternal instinct too. It took me 10 years for me to get custody and rescue my children from a drug and filth invested hell hole and as a single father I salute the stand you have taken(albeit unwittingly)in the post divorce issues of our age from the male prospective. Vindication has come. Although my children are approaching their 30’s vindication has finally come. They have animal friendly traps now that capture the creature so you can “release into the wild” as the label suggests and can avoid murder. However, in the wild means out the back door to the patio and he’s right back again. That problem should be directed to the Department of Vermin Relocation.
Indeed, the last mouse I relocated went 2 miles away, and yet this year’s mouse looks alot like last years mouse. I may have to go further still!
Good for you, good for your kids, that you persevered and protected and rescued them.
Aww, mousey. I don’t understand why so many people are afraid of rodents. I don’t want them in the house, but they’re not mean or anything. Nice poem.
Yes, they are harmless, I just wish they wouldn’t poop on the countertops. No manners! Since I quit leaving food out they seem to be temporarily deterred, we’ll see.