Confession
Like every Saturday morning I woke up hungry, a bit jaded and Hoping to catch some leftovers I ventured into my kitchenette And lost my hunger at the sorry sight Of a wearied mouse in a bucket of water Tired from trying to climb out It paused at my sight, bowed its head For a moment, it bobbed up again Our eyes met and locked Its pleading eyes were unmistakable No doubt begging to be rescued I was moved to act, to save the unlucky mouse I propmptly carried the bucked into the yard And drained the water away slowly At last the mouse was out, and save I hope But she wasn’t, she could not be saved She tried to run but could not Her four legs could not carry her She shivered, bubbled and swaggered sideways She was going to die of cold, I think My mind was turn into two To leave her to fate or offer mercy killing For a second I turned my back, to leave Then saw a rock the size of a serving plate Which I carried and slammed on the dying mouse The mercy killing has