Hanging metal, carcass meet
Mouse atrap so mouse delete
This fine display of flesh so sweet
A chance to name a meal.
What once is sludge in the eyes of god
Or a gentle nudge with an iron rod
To the mouse, just a grudge
With a wet fur clod
And a snap, so we say,
spins the wheel.
We carrion,
as any day,
Eat mice
whose
careless
paws will lay
Across our path,
through mistake,
To patience and the prey.
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