Sep 012019
 

He’s seen a hundred come before
They’d rush ahead although forewarned
…and in their haste – get their “reward”
Another verse if you please…

He raised his voice to spread the lore
The signs he posts still go ignored
… as they scurry past the scattered gore
Another verse if you please…
Another verse if you please…

He settles back, can’t bear to watch
He shakes his head, and checks his watch
… and bides his time,
it ticks and talks,
then there’s the cRACk
that tells the tale,
A flash of red,
A tuft of fir,
A FLURRY OF UNBRIDLED MADNESS AND VIOLENCE AND SHIVERS RUN UP HIS SPINE SHAKING HIM TO HIS CORE CRUMBLING HIM TO THE GROUND IN HORROR, and, sorrow, and, loneliness, and despair…

The 2nd mouse gets the cheese.
The 2nd mouse gets the cheese.