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Fleeting

a spittle of rain
pains me to wake
taking my mind
making thoughts
as if to be being
the gnawing
of rats

in the walls and 
floor boards
an exaggerated
sound knowing
i've found
traps set
in my head

instead of
putting a
bucket
down
underneath
the
drip

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Richard Lamoureux Date: 10/27/2019 9:26:00 PM I’ve tried peanut butter but the mice seem to have gotten more clever. I shouldn’t have installed that windmill in my mind. The mice are far to well entertained. Login to Reply

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Date: 10/27/2019 11:38:00 AM Aye Carumba. Metaphors aside... You have no idea. Unless you do. Are you in my head? 8 traps set, none caught, one managed to escape the glue. And hubby was away overnight, just me and the rats. My dog is useless... Login to Reply Jeff Connelly Date: 10/27/2019 8:51:00 PM So very interesting Maureen. Actually I have mice not rats, but woke this morning to the tapping of rain. It sounded just like them behind some shelves. From my younger days of trapping and hunting I have only two traps but have killed 7 or 8 so far using peanutbutter. See if I can sleep tonight. Good luck with your situation. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Date: 10/27/2019 11:42:00 AM mused about getting a cat. ...home alone and the dog is eerily staring at something... Turns out it's a cat staring at her through the second story window, on the front door's peaked porch roof. Gave it some pets and and some turkey. I hope it comes back.