Mice

Mice Mice in the shed, she demanded I do something. I found three mice, surprisingly easy to catch like they had been saved. Living on old newspapers and still -born manuscripts not much of a diet. Kill them she demanded. I put them in a shoebox made a few holes and gave them some bread crumbs. In the tall grass, by the road verge I let them out, that is they would rather stay in the box. Finally, they got the message and disappeared. I looked up and said: “What about it God any chance to win on the lotto?

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Jan Allison

Date: 4/23/2015 5:39:00 AM

I don't mind mice as long as they aren't in my house - then hubby has to take action - love the humane way you dealt with the issue in your poem:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx

Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 4/24/2015 7:30:00 AM

thank you, Jan Allison I can't bear hurting animals