Killing Tale

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Killing a mouse is no small thing,
no trivial thing,
something to be taken lightly.

Ah, but who am I,
spinning lies
about a mouse who dies daily?

I’m called a cat
who likes to chat
and that’s putting it lightly.

But, dear me, yes,
I do digress,
resuming this mess promptly.

The mouse must be aged,
the properly licked stage,
the process engaged excitedly.

And not just any mouse
lying about the house
is touted as working correctly.

It must be the perfect bite
after a fight,
the fright delivered slowly.

And so you see,
I tell with glee
this wee killing tale—sleepily.

©April 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

3 Replies to “Killing Tale”

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    • Beware. One mouse becomes a gang and then you have mouse riots on your hands. Always good to have cat enforcers at the ready one hour per day. The other 23 hours are devoted to sleeping and cleaning (they belong to a union, I think).

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