142.

The Mercy Murder



My kitty caught a little mouse
She found it in the yard
Beneath a pile of wood for fires
She found it working hard
To find the food to feed its kin
It scavenged far and wide
But quickly came the kitty’s paws
And took it home with pride

A present for my family
For feeding me so well
I know you’ll love and cherish it
Like all the rest I found
The ones you took away and hid
In secret place so far
The treasure trove of loving gifts
These presents from your cat

In truth, my love, we don’t like mice
They give us quite a fright
But when we see them on the floor
We like to be quite nice
We pick them up inside a glass
And take them far away
Back outside to mouse’s homes
To woodpile, grass and sky

But this one time the mouse, it ran
It ran out from our grasp
It hid under a door and so
Went crunch when we went out
Poor little mouse, oh what a sight
Your little back is broke
What do we do, can we do right
Kill or leave to die?

We went outside, this mouse and I
To woodpile, hand in paw
I got a log, and dropped it hard
To save poor mouse from pain
In one quick blow one life expired
In scattered spread of brains
And then with care was laid in bush
To join in nature’s dance

Did I do right to kill this mouse
To save it from the pain
Would I have still have taken life
If I had let it go
To die alone in pain and fear
On slow and rainy night
My little cat, I love you so
But no more presents, please, just no.