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An unsuspecting, little, field mouse
committed a simple mistake one day;
it unwittingly entered my rented house,
not knowing my cats wanted to play.

My feline buddies, Hijinx and Mischief,
decided to live up to their spirited names;
sadly, the field mouse was offered no relief –
for the boys had a live prize to claim.

By its tail, my cats had live entertainment;
although they’re allowed to have their fun,
from this one deed, my cats will never repent;
for they again had disobeyed - rule number one.

Since their English is not very good,
their one restriction they tend to forget;
so it’s not surprising they misunderstood,
my rule of: “Pets are not allowed to have pets! ”

So now it was time for me to intervene;
performing an unexpected “Animal Rescue”,
I now became a mouse catching machine
and watched him scamper away from my view.

A new retrieval approach, I had to posit;
with the boys closely monitoring my work,
I quickly chased him into a nearby closet,
hoping my cats wouldn’t impatiently go berserk.

Removing items from the closet’s floor,
and contending with this fuzzy foreigner,
I eyed the boys – to keep him from being gored.
Eventually, I trapped him in the corner.

By the time I reached him, he had died –
traumatized until his last heart’s rush.
Unlike my curious pets, I became teary eyed,
as this escapade ended… with a toilet’s flush.



------
Logic, when applied to people, fails miserably!
--Joseph J. Breunig 3rd



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The following comments are for "Poem: Field Mouse"
by jjbreunig3

a dastardly tale of blood and gore
Very well done! I'm not sure why you posted this in the challenge arena but it did remind me of a recent mouse in house episode of my own where ... oh ... lets see how well I can do.

I have cats: they number two.
Both have dreams of daring do.
Panda, who's a Siamese
believes she can slay with ease.
Truth be told she loses sight
of prey that scurry in the night.
She begs for me to rescue her
with a cajoling meow and purr.
I'm not amused for I believe
cats can master bob and weave.
Alas - alack Panda's attack
missed the mark of fatal whack.
After two hours of hide and seek
Panda's prowess grows more weak.
Her pouncing paws can't coup de grace
and Panda keeps on losing face.

"My darling cat, this just won't do
perhaps I'll come and rescue you."
"Kill the mouse? Don't be absurd!"
"Be quiet now! Not one more word!"

Ten minutes after I joined the chase
the mouse gave up and lost the race.
I've pinned it down and cats gather round
to witness what prey I've found.
I wince at such a tiny life
in the throes of mortal strife.
I swaddle it in terry rag
and weigh the odds before I gag.
Its feet are pink and pristine
despite mouse droppings at the scene.

There was a day when I loved to kill
pests which breached my door sill.
I've grown a weak and tender heart!
No longer may I slay a rude upstart!

With a sigh I set mouse free
and wonder what's become of me.

Cats are resigned that their house pet
has vanished and they're not at all upset.
They return to slumber land
forgiving my act so underhand.
Boredom breaks the witching hour
and my soul's a hint less dour.


( Posted by: Pen [Member] On: February 1, 2012 )





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