Vermin and Voles Will Come To Me Too

There is a tool box on my desk and it is full of good stuff
Scissors, masks, paper clips, cocoa mix, tree pencils so rough
Were I always run to and look first, my go-to-find-something place.
I would not be surprised to see green chickens from outer space.

Like the junk drawers we have at home my husband once said.
He chuckled too making fun of me, so he is lucky he is not dead.
I have another stash in the cupboard, something out of my house.
I can hear something in there chewing, I suppose it is a big mouse.

Rats may come too bringing raccoons and other wild kin.
I can see them hanging from my neck, biting me on the chin.
Vermin and voles will come to me in no particular order or way.
I am a pied piper of rodents, they find me simple and gay.
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Hankins Avatar
October 4, 2021 at 8:02 PM
hmmm...I draw the line on vermin. If I see a mouse in my house, I go bonkers. I love the animals outside, but other than dogs and cats, they can't come in and play. No way!
Krutsinger Avatar
October 5, 2021 at 9:09 PM
I understand. We have had many stray things wander in including a rabbit that must have hopped all the way from the dog door to under the bed in the farthest corner of the house.
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