Sharon Keely Poet Rhyme

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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Pace Ink-U-Script May 7, 2025 at 7:48 PM A very nice poem….Love the way you penned this one…it flows so seamlessly!!

Anisha Dutta September 19, 2020 at 9:47 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 September 20, 2020 at 4:55 PM Long may their absence last Anisha! Their skittering makes my heart jump.

Caren Krutsinger September 19, 2020 at 2:42 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 September 20, 2020 at 4:53 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 September 17, 2020 at 4:27 PM All mice should be taught, when they have learned, we will know they have evolved, ha ha ha . . . : / Sharon Keely September 18, 2020 at 10:08 AM I like your take on this Indiana, gets me off the hook!

Susan Woodrow September 9, 2020 at 3:20 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 September 10, 2020 at 8:06 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 September 7, 2020 at 2:17 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 September 8, 2020 at 12:21 AM The blighters breed so fast yeah your right Sharon best not to go there Sharon Keely September 7, 2020 at 4:40 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 September 7, 2020 at 12:07 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 September 7, 2020 at 4:39 PM I just don't like being the executioner Rico (although I did like knitting in my younger days!).

Gershon Wolf September 6, 2020 at 11:54 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 September 7, 2020 at 4:37 PM I don't know if I will be in this lifetime Gershon, but my girls are working on me!

Paul Callus September 5, 2020 at 4:05 PM I like the poem, Sharon, but I must admit I feel sorry for the mouse! Regards // paul Sharon Keely September 6, 2020 at 7:00 AM So do I Paul. Poor little critter.