Today, 04:49 AM
Small Memoriam
It’s possible to feel sincere regret
for acts which cannot be undone and yet
on balance had to be accomplished. Pet
he was not, just a common long-tailed mouse
who got inside somehow... but in my house
companionable, made me feel a louse
for plotting his demise. He’d sit and view
computer movies ‘til I saw him, too,
then run when noticed. Though I had a few
ideas how to catch him, nothing worked -
he’d lick the bait from traps but never jerked
it hard enough to snap. And still he lurked:
made my den his, disdained a live-catch trap,
watched DVDs with me, left tiny crap
on pantry floors, chewed through the Mylar wrap
of chips and croutons, showing his good taste.
I miss him now, for in my and his haste
for solitude and food we laid him waste.
I see him from the corner of my eye–
his ghost, it must be, mouse that had to die.
And that’s what’s best for him and me, I lie.
It’s possible to feel sincere regret
for acts which cannot be undone and yet
on balance had to be accomplished. Pet
he was not, just a common long-tailed mouse
who got inside somehow... but in my house
companionable, made me feel a louse
for plotting his demise. He’d sit and view
computer movies ‘til I saw him, too,
then run when noticed. Though I had a few
ideas how to catch him, nothing worked -
he’d lick the bait from traps but never jerked
it hard enough to snap. And still he lurked:
made my den his, disdained a live-catch trap,
watched DVDs with me, left tiny crap
on pantry floors, chewed through the Mylar wrap
of chips and croutons, showing his good taste.
I miss him now, for in my and his haste
for solitude and food we laid him waste.
I see him from the corner of my eye–
his ghost, it must be, mouse that had to die.
And that’s what’s best for him and me, I lie.
Non-practicing atheist


