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My Evenings With A Mouse

My Evenings With a Mouse Once I shared my evenings with a mouse By cliff face tall in tiny house By Fraser river flow, near Chilliwack By a truckers’ café I had my shack One room, kitchen nook, and can, Not enough for a married man. Away from home five days a week. I thought I was alone, but then - I Found scat near breadbox tin Found shavings near, and shredded socks. And then a visitor let out a squeak Bulging eyes and bristled nose It stood upright, chin touched toes. Were we lonely, would we find compassion? Next four days I served supper to companion Crumbs, pork, pasta and milk Before I headed home to lingerie in silk. Set out meat, cheese, fries, bread leftovers Made it good for rodent stay-overs. Returned, I found the timorous creature Had met a most dastardly departure It had looked for a watering hole. Now it floated, dead and toilet-bloated It seemed crude just to flush it away So I carried it out for burial on a silver tray.

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Date: 9/28/2016 2:11:00 PM
Almost an Ode to mouse! Unusual, creative and entertaining. The pesky keyboard goofed your first line - by should be my. You did a good job writing this and I truly enjoyed your efforts! CayCay
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