Bedtime, the kitchen tidied. As I drowse
A venturesome mouse scuttles and skips for cover.
With routine hands I bait and set the trap;
Hair-trigger poised, cheese redolent, gently placed,
Unwelcome chore; then sleep.
With morning light I find the trap upturned,
A wooden shroud hiding a thin curled tail,
Fine delicate form, trim nose, fixed sightless eyes.
One click: a creature passed from world to world.
With joyless spade I dig the tiny grave
Asking, who made me lord of life or death?

Richard’s choice

Poems of Nature