My packets of  seeds began to disappear
scurrying sounds in my wall I could hear

I tossed and I turnelled
and I planted a handful of sunflower kernels

I sweat and swore
screaming, this mouse would be no more

it was the end, the very very end
for he and him

and I caught him in the kitchen sink
and I tossed him down the disposal,  I think

so I stashed away all the trinkets and traps
for this mouse I thought was the very very last

until his extended family showed up for the funeral
I don’t know why they took it so personal

I drew a tear and dressed in black
and oh how I wish I had that single mouse back
~ Stacy