Bea moved her children's pool
to give the grass a rest.
Emptied, cleaned, refilled it blue
innocent as summer sky.
the bedraggled body of a rat
lay on the yellowed lawn.
Its cold contaminated corpse,
a seething mass of maggots.
Rubber-gloved, she sealed it tight,
into a freezer bag,
which, in two days, expanded, then
exploded in her bin.
A green-eyed, ginger tomcat swirled
around her neighbor's scrawny legs.
with folded arms against her fence,
harsh comments on the smell.
'So', Bea thought, 'how did it die?'
Then found her mouse-traps' bait all gone.
And saw a mighty tunnel had been drilled
right through the double garage wall.
A pile of dry earth down below
was sprinkled with fresh droppings.
she poured out poisoned grain
and left a box wide open.
'Help yourself' she laughed
then locked her garage door.
Quietly doing her daily chores.
Delighting, as seeds disappeared.
Until, Day Four, she was attacked,
on entering the darkened room,
by a hundred big black angry flies
and the foul stench of mass murder.
Once more, she moved the pool, this time at night
and dug where the softest soil sat.
A deep dark pit to hide her guilt.
Five rats, three mice
and next-doors' stupid cat.