Monday, January 17, 2011

The Death of Mice at the Hands of Men

I caught the mouse
Whose tiny claws
Scratched daily
My apartment walls

Strapped to the wood
By bar so tight
His fragile body,
Dead to fight

How harmless now
That mouse did seem
Soft fur and tiny paws

I wondered why
I’d ever sought
To kill the mouse
At all

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