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
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Written on 2021-02-21 at 13:12
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