Of Mice and Moles
Since moving to the country
this fact has come to light,
maintaining our new home
gives us a battle to fight.
Newly graded and seeded lawn
quickly became uneven ground,
mole runs crisscrossed acres,
flowerbeds raided, bulbs gone.
Two hundred tulip bulbs
along the fence last fall
produced not a single bloom,
little robbers ate them all.
We consulted local nurseries,
bought whatever they suggested.
Worked diligently all summer
but still were mole infested.
All remedies failed, until
he answered a TV promotion.
A sure-fire trap, with video,
guaranteed rodent extinction.
"Wow, this really works," he said
"fifteen moles, I've zapped."
But moles must have internet,
mole runs detoured around traps.
Now he's using another method
flushes runs with a garden hose,
when the little sucker surfaces,
bashes him squarely on the nose.
Works well for my mighty hunter,
the toll is now twenty-two
but alas, a new battle arises,
cool weather brings someone new.
There's a mouse in the house
who's eluding every trap.
In spite of frantic searching,
we have two frustrated cats.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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