My Evenings With A Mouse

My Evenings With A Mouse

A Poem by Wally Du Temple
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We shared food during four evenings.

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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
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Wally Du Temple
Wally Du Temple

North Saanich, British Columbia, Canada



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