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Requiem For a Mouse

Oh poor mouse You picked the wrong house No Buddhist I Though I did nearly cry When I wrought your end I’m a treacherous friend You begged to be my pet I’m not that evolved yet What a price to pay For a crumb each day At least it was quick One more bad tick On my karmic slate Gluing my fate

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Anisha Dutta

Date: 9/19/2020 9:47:00 PM

Well-penned Sharon. For last twenty years mice wee most irritable disturbances in my house. At last They have all left, since Lock Down had started. Don't know, is there any connection with Covid . Any way I am relieved.

Sharon Keely
Date: 9/20/2020 4:55:00 PM

Long may their absence last Anisha! Their skittering makes my heart jump.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/19/2020 2:42:00 PM

I have saved a lot of animals, but have never felt compelled to save a mouse so this one was easy for me to picture and smirk over.

Sharon Keely
Date: 9/20/2020 4:53:00 PM

Wish there was a humane way to remove them. I tried all the web wisdom stuff, peppermint oil, chilli pepper etc. Probably just gave them more to eat!

Indiana Shaw

Date: 9/17/2020 4:27:00 PM

All mice should be taught, when they have learned, we will know they have evolved, ha ha ha . . . : /

Sharon Keely
Date: 9/18/2020 10:08:00 AM

I like your take on this Indiana, gets me off the hook!

Susan Woodrow

Date: 9/9/2020 3:20:00 PM

nice one! I have a cat to do the executing but he likes to make sure we see his catch as if to say he is doing his job and we should not begrudge him his canned cat food when he meows so loud for it! He is an evolved cat! lol

Sharon Keely
Date: 9/10/2020 8:06:00 AM

LOL - I have a wild cat that is forever at his post outside, waiting for his bowl of food. Alas no amount of coaxing will bring him in to do catly things indoors.

David Kavanagh

Date: 9/7/2020 2:17:00 PM

Good poem Sharon but I can top it, had some mice under my decking about 10 years ago, laid the trap and next day could not believe my eyes caught the mother midriff and baby’s head in the one trap, what’s the chances, I had mixed feelings about it, but had to be done or the house was next, sorry for being so visceral, cheers David

David Kavanagh
Date: 9/8/2020 12:21:00 AM

The blighters breed so fast yeah your right Sharon best not to go there

Sharon Keely
Date: 9/7/2020 4:40:00 PM

Ouch, David!! I had a dear old friend from Connemara, last time I saw her she confided that she left little bits of bread out for a mouse she'd seen in her kitchen - I don't like to think how that ended up!

Rico Leffanta

Date: 9/7/2020 12:07:00 PM

Death happens to us all, but for a mouse dying with a mouthful of cheese, who would shed a tear? Aloha! Rico

Sharon Keely
Date: 9/7/2020 4:39:00 PM

I just don't like being the executioner Rico (although I did like knitting in my younger days!).

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/6/2020 11:54:00 AM

Ha, ha! I'm not that evolved yet either, Sharon. Not even close. Enjoyed the mouse's demise greatly. ~ No Mercy on Mice not named Mickey

Sharon Keely
Date: 9/7/2020 4:37:00 PM

I don't know if I will be in this lifetime Gershon, but my girls are working on me!

Paul Callus

Date: 9/5/2020 4:05:00 PM

I like the poem, Sharon, but I must admit I feel sorry for the mouse! Regards // paul

Sharon Keely
Date: 9/6/2020 7:00:00 AM

So do I Paul. Poor little critter.