there was a mouse stirring after all

stirring mouse
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

cinderella mice

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

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.

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