he cannot resist the lure of peanut butter my small opponent
music to my ears the snap of a wooden trap soft gray silky fur
his face is so cute too bad he poops everywhere a mouse dies tonight
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Your small opponent...yes, know this requiem well. Our small opponent died in his trap yesterday and I took a photo of his sad little tail/body hanging out. Then flung him out to his grave between the the fallen autumn leaves. Sigh...
I'm waging haiku as a weapon against my own ignorance.
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2 comments:
Your small opponent...yes, know this requiem well. Our small opponent died in his trap yesterday and I took a photo of his sad little tail/body hanging out. Then flung him out to his grave between the the fallen autumn leaves. Sigh...
new critters emerge
there is life in these old walls
will I meet them soon?
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