The Mice Poem by Raymond Farrell
The Mice
I watched them every morning
I'd watch the mice
Run across the snowdrifts
One, two, sometimes three of them
Heading to the compost pile
I'm amused by the routine
My mother thinks they're cute
We discuss survival and instinctive behavior patterns
Oblivious to our duplicity
That leaves these cute creatures alone
Until they enter our home
Where we feel compelled
To trap and kill them.
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