MIce are Not Nice

I opened the lid, flying down

to the floor, skittering under

the stove to safety;

S. jumped on top of the dinette,

 the dogs wandered in, too little,

too late being incompetent

at such things.

What a way to start the day.

a few hours later, I went to wash a few

dishes and a big fat mouse emerged

from under the single bowl in the sink.

Quicker this time, I captured

it under a yogurt container, slipped

a newspaper underneath and carried

it out to the dumpster on the other

side of the alley, where I am sure it

will tunnel its way down, find

a tiny hole and run back to my

house where it believes it will

again roam the land of milk

and honey until it smells that

little spot of almond butter

on a little black plastic plate

and everything will go

black.

Make my day,

mousie.