This morning in the yard behind our house,
Our Tiggy found the body of a mouse,
Sodden from the evening’s spate of showers
And lying there no doubt for many hours.
Whatever caused this sad fatality—
The malice of a cat?—I could not see,
And Tiggy too seemed equally bemused;
To such calamity she is unused.
Of that poor creature I have now disposed,
And Tig’s no doubt forgotten what she nosed
As she snugs comfortably beside my hip
In our warm easy chair. I take a sip
Of mocha coffee drink and chew my pen
Praying we see no such sad sights again.