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