INCIDENT

                      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.

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