For Anitra
No more scurrying ‘round the baseboards,
no more snacking on the brie,
no more fleeing feline claws –
at last cruel Cat has captured me.
No more nibbling crumbs at midnight,
no more sly outwitting traps,
no more slinks past purring sleeper –
Cat’s caught up to me at last.
But what undignified repose!
It’s left me here upon the floor
to stiffen – wide-eyed – mutely lurk,
become Anitra’s dreaded chore.
And so she comes, in stocking feet,
and squeaks to find me in her house –
she casts me out, and that is that –
No more Rigor Mortis Mouse.
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