Compassion Gang Agley

Of mice, men, and casual cruelty

Photo by Steven Lewis on Unsplash

I said to my spouse

“There’s a mouse in the house.”

On the day home from being away

I feasted my eyes on tomato surprise

Not the tuna-stuffed dish

Oh, if only! I wish!

But a fruit near the sink

That we’d left, somewhat pink

To fully mature

Now ringed with manure

And half-laid to waste

This rodent had taste

For this was an heirloom

Organic, not cheap

And until I avenged it

I’d get little sleep.

So, I read up on mice

What I learned wasn’t nice

They are dirty, relentless, and sly

They piss as they rush with nary a blush

And once they get in

Invite kith and kin

Set up house, go romancing

Until you are dancing

Round a burgeoning brood

Infesting your food