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.
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
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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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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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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Thank you. Glad that you liked the poem.
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