Thursday, October 27, 2005

Moonlit Funeral

A Sequel to the Mouse Hunt

Early this morning, I checked our traps and found a very dead little mouse – even the tail board-stiff in rigor mortis.  The little creature had eaten perhaps a third of the chocolate button bait when the wire came down.  Burial was immediate in our weed-waste garden. An angry gale whipped the trees to frenzied motion, the pre-dawn interral lit by a waning moon that floated in a weirdly clear sky.  I felt like a murderer.

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