The Snap of the Trap

The Snap of the Trap

Why does my wife so hate the mouse
Who took up quarters in our house?
He eats but little, stays nice and quiet,
I’m a bit unnerved to see just how it
Made her now death’s instigator
And me into the terminator.

So I’m directed to “kill the beast”
Though my heart’s not in it in the least.
I set the trap to seal his doom
In the corner of our pantry room.

I shudder to think of the treacherous trap,
The innocent mouse, the dreadful snap,
The morsel of cheese, his extinguished breath;
He wanted dinner but met his death.

It worries me how this innocent life
So abruptly taken has pleased my wife.
She goes to sleep all light and breezy.
I toss and turn, a bit uneasy.
I said good night with some hesitation,
Might I be next for annihilation?

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