Our strictly vegan household has had to take some fairly drastic steps to deal with an invasion of rats in our attic. After months and months of trying every imaginable non-lethal method, we’ve been forced to choose what we were assured was the most humane way of ushering our uninvited guests to the far side of the Jordan. There’s a lot of guilt around our house, however. Thus, this Judith Robbins piece is perfect today.
The Iconoclasm of Mice
Mouse dung falls from overhead on books
I’ve made into icons in my writing house.
All waste unsettles me, challenges me
to eradicate it. Yet I crouch in my brain ashamed
of thinking of killing, of how I will do it.
I mount the wooden ladder I use
to prune trees in another season
and place the bait
wondering does the Creator notice
what I do while her furry back is turned.
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