We have mice. We use catch and release traps.  during a frigid snowbound winter, the mice on release unfortunately have some but slight chance of survival




False And Tragic Freedom

 

 

Hunger quickens alll my senses

but mutes my situational awareness

The recent scent of food relentless

I'm drawn to its source ravenous 

 

In the dark my vision tunnels

Drawn to this delicious feast 

I rush in space that funnels

My hunger now fair unleashed 

 

An amber cave awaits ahead

I rush in wild abandonment

First bite is gourmet exalted 

I gorge on to full contentment 

 

The room’s confines I’d ignored

The way ahead is firmly barred

Backing out I find the door

Closed I’m trapped oh my lord

 

Sated confined I fall asleep

To wake jostled as the world quakes

The room is lifted by a giant grip

The monster gives my cell a shake

 

Terror rises as we now move

From safely warm and comfort dark 

Behind the dusty kitchen stove

To a winter’s world cold and stark

 

The frosty air rips through the door

Open now by some arcane magic 

I rush to freedom but I abhor 

This numbing cold is killing tragic





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-21 at 13:12

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I love that it's from the mouse's perspective! Makes me feel bad for the little guy or gal, though lol But I know, cohabiting with rodents in your home isn't exactly meant to be. Understanding the necessity, I finished the lines with the hope that things went well for them alive out there in winter. Well-written, I enjoyed very much, thanks.
2021-02-21


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A Great work told from mind of the mouse. Bravo, josephus.
Ken D
2021-02-21


dee quirke
Your work is brilliant
2021-02-21


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
. . . yet, I live to tell the tale!
2021-02-21