Thursday, February 24, 2011

Poem #159

Another dead mouse
this time a homegrown victim
super-cute while live.

Our border terrier killed a mouse in the house on the day this poem was composed. I had seen the mouse scurrying around the kitchen earlier, but I was unable to capture it and set it free in a safe location. It ran under the oven, where I lost it. Some hours later, it must have reemerged, whereupon it met its violent end.

I'm sure you've noticed that this is a haiku.

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