Pests

There goes the pitter-patter of tiny feet

Looking for something tasty to eat

Though they’re rooting through my food

I can’t help but feel I’m being rude

When I destroy their nests

I only do it at my housemates behest

Each mole, roach, or rat

Stirs such guilt when eaten by my cat

They’re just doing what they can to survive

But we always panic when they thrive

Perhaps one day we can coexist

But that day is not here yet

 

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