Gray, furry little mouse
You ate what’s not intended
So I lured you to a trap last night
Life is not open-ended
That I could freely do that act
I find it’s hard believing
For if my problem is in the past,
Why then am I still grieving?
Mouse and man should take great care
To not disturb each other’s lair
An imperative born from comprehending
That every life comes with an ending.
Ralph Blanchard
Durango
