Poem #168

fat brown mouse waits
looking at the wire and wood
sometimes there is cheese
that’s what he’s waiting for
when it finally gets placed
he rushes forward without a thought
only to feel his life squeezed out
by the tightening wire
his back is broken
and he wasn’t able to nibble

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