Blind Mice

two mice in my room at night gnawing as if a clock one from my bed to the left and the other to the right they exude the illusion of time getting past every trap and so their rasping dentures on wood one the second the other the minute hand and so they carry on carrying on all hours of the night as if they want me to once again set the traps for the exact reason of being to be able to smell and maybe take the chance to taste peanut butter other then wooden floor boards or boring wine corks that surely have corked by now yet now the day and a day of silence for storing their energy they will nightmarishly keep me awake tonight as only they see as no light so their stirring life begins and again the gnawing this ain't no metephore because my wife i met her for a reason and these mice are just teething but teasing but they should've listened to the crickets before eating them because that'll be the day before i cry but that'll be the day before i die