Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill

This poem is a continuation of my earlier poem, Plotting a Murder: The Trap (https://wp.me/p73yZZ-42S), posted on December 14, 2018.  I reproduced the earlier poem at the end of this one.

The saga continues, trap was set and baited,

We gave a free run of the place to the usurpers.

To a long planned vacation we went,

Alas, days had passed and still no carcass.

 

All our efforts in vain, as food kept vanishing

From poor Skooby’s plate,

And as we kept on searching our brains

Nocturnal marauders had a free rein.

 

And then one fine morning there it was,

Running helter skelter trying to escape,

Surprised by our early morning visit to the kitchen,

Like an arrow he darted to his hiding place.

 

It was time for a professional, we decided,

Our amateurish skills not suitable for a kill,

Hired guns a must to match the vermins’ skill,

Call went out in distress for urgent help needed.

 

Out came the professionals with recommendations,

Beyond our affordability was the cost of extermination,

Exclude the possibility of their escape, we reasoned,

We will make the kill once they are imprisoned.

 

The perimeter was screened and sealed  for a cost,

Bought all the traps and paraphernalia we could afford,

Set multiple traps and baits all around the house,

Traps triggered but could not find a dead rat or mouse.

 

Then one fine morning an upturned trap and blood on the floor,

No signs of a dead vermin, where it vanished we were not sure.

Encouraged and emboldened, we increased the number of traps,

Early dinner and early to bed, waited for morning with bated breath.

 

Came morning and ran down the stairs to check the traps,

There in one corner, at last, one was trapped and sure looked dead.

Gingerly with gloved hands I picked it up by its long tail,

At sixteen inches long, it was a fine specimen of the breed,

Wrapped and sealed in a ziplock bag , it went to the garbage pail.

 

Elated and emboldened but a little saddened still,

At upwards of six hundred dollars, it was a costly kill.

Now as the vermins turned me into a murderer,

With apologies to PCTA, I will become a serial killer.

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Another day , more traps and baits and one dead rat more,

I see the glimpses of a new profession as rat terminator .

Disclaimer:  I did not personally harm any animals in writing this poem.  I just defended my home and stood my ground.


Plotting a Murder : The Trap

Vanishing food from the bowl

Happy that he was eating well

Till I saw some morsels in a corner

Arranged nicely in a row in perfect order

Scratched my head from when

Did my dog got aesthetically trained

One fine morning the mystery was solved

At night a thief my hallway strolled

What gave the thief away

Was not a clean food tray

The dog food in the corner was gone

Picking up the poop after wards was no fun

Now I need to plan a murder, a full proof plan

A trip to Home Depot is a must today then

Poison as a means of elimination is out of question

Risking my beloved dog’s life is not a solution

Designing a better mousetrap need to wait

With what’s available, a trap must be laid

Planning for the ensuing murder is now finished

I know my stature in PETA’s eye will be diminished

Curtain needs to be drawn on a mystery solved

Surprised how I turned a murderer so bold


Featured image photo is from Google

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Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

4 thoughts on “Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill”

  1. Maybe try a cat? You can feed one for a long time for $600. Years ago, I had a cunning mouse that stole dog kibble and candy canes and stashed them in my fold-out sofa bed (while it was folded up). Our cat Ginger finally got him. I have no mice inside now, and most of the ones hiding in the garage end up dead (our current exterminator, Peaches, leaves the evidence on the door mat). He’d have had a rough time wrangling with that big fella, though. 🙂

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    1. I thought about that but my dog Skooby is not fond of cats at all. Both my neighbors have cats and those cats spend a lot of time in my backyard. Skooby chases them all over even to my neighbors house.
      In last fourteen years, this is the first time we had issues with rats inside the house. Our area used to be an orchard some fifty years back and we still enjoy the company of(and pay the prive of that privilege) termites, ants, mice, rats moles, gophers, hares, squirrels etc. And their predators too including racoons, Bob cats, coyotes 😂

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  2. I like this adventurous poem, a magnificient way to tell what is actually an every day story (who has not had rats or mice in their homes, yet?), but turning it into a kind of black novel shaped and written as poetry.

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