The Dead Mouse Poem by Randy McClave

A furry creature ran across my floor
My son climbed a chair, I went out the door,
I waited and I waited before I went back inside
I wanted the mouse to have a chance to escape or hide.

After regaining my composure, I re-entered my home
I wished that creature was outside to roam,
Why couldn't it be in the yard with the squirrels and the trees
Why should I, and not it be out on the lawn to freeze.

I truly hate any type of vermin
They have preached about them to me in a sermon,
I remember that Bible story told to me by our priest
I now hate and I am afraid of any nasty beast.

I now worry that vermin will be sitting on my favorite chair
Or maybe it will run up my leg or fall on my hair,
Maybe it will be in my cabinets eating my food
Then on my floor and table it will be disgusting and rude.

Inside my house that dangerous beast is now residing
But, where oh where is that creature hiding,
My house I know it soon will be infested
So, in mousetraps I have become very well vested.

I just don't want varmints inside my house, enough said
I am sick and tired of all this worry and dread,
Then I saw that tiny mouse dead in my mousetrap;
I felt like crap.

Randy L. McClave