Late Night Garden Mystery

I watered my plants as was my custom Late at night in my garden My sanctuary from the cares of the day Humming gently to my bonsai Clearing up fallen petals and leaves I paused to observe with quiet pride My new three tiered plant display On which are my brightest pots and flowers I reached to pick up a slender stem Next to a pink pot on the top step I tugged but the leaf would not budge In the fleeting moonlight a strange outline emerged Beads of sweat ran down my brow Heart thumping I retreated indoors Next early morning in the cold light My fears of the night proved right A young mouse lay in rigor mortis Its tail extended, little paws in the air A pained expression on its face A smear of blood across its whiskers My fear gave way to pity A mystery however ensued It had landed so neatly upon my stand As if dropped from a plane By a skydiving cat Perhaps my strange neighbour tossed it over The fence was right next to the crime scene I googled ‘how to dispose of a dead mouse’ No fancy equipment was required Just gloves and a ziplock bag Little dead mouse was safely disposed In my wheelie bin but the mystery was unsolved I wondered as I watched my neighbour’s shadow In the flickering blue light of her telly Through her net curtains that night....