I listened to a mouse
caught on one of those
two-dollar glue traps
frantically trying to escape
jittering and stammering
like a horse on
amphetamines in wet cement.
thrusting and hissing for
thirty-six minutes. It
escaped, the bastard, when I
left him for dead. Never turn
your back on a last ditch effort. It's alright,
I got him in the neck with a metal
trap the next day.
I hope it was him.
There have been others!
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