My Evenings With A MouseA Poem by Wally Du TempleWe shared food during four evenings.My Evenings With a Mouse Once I shared my evenings with a mouse By cliff face tall in tiny house By Fraser river flow, near Chilliwack By a truckers’ café I had my
shack One room, kitchen nook, and can, Not enough for a married man. Away from home five days a week. I thought I was alone, but then - I Found scat near breadbox tin Found shavings near, and shredded socks. And then a visitor let out a
squeak Bulging eyes and bristled nose It stood upright, chin touched toes. Were we lonely, would we find compassion? Next four days I served supper to
companion Crumbs, pork, pasta and milk Before I headed home to lingerie
in silk. Set out meat, cheese, fries, bread leftovers Made it good for rodent stay-overs. Returned, I found the timorous
creature Had met a most dastardly
departure It had looked for a watering hole. Now it floated, dead and toilet-bloated
It seemed crude just to flush it
away So I carried it out for burial
on a silver tray. © 2016 Wally Du Temple |
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Added on September 28, 2016 Last Updated on September 29, 2016 AuthorWally Du TempleNorth Saanich, British Columbia, CanadaAboutA visit to my website is the best way to learn about my life and interests. Wally more..Writing
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