I opened the drawer
looking for turmeric, or some other thing
Instead I found a writhing bag of mouse
The mother staring at me as if to say
What will you do now that you’ve found us?
Bay leaves take on a new meaning
no longer the fragrant simmering essence of dinner
But instead a nest
a nest of mouse
I was shocked and repulsed but could not look away
Their tiny pink bodies squirming and tumbling as if
the light was the threat
I could not look away
I could not watch
My husband lifts the shredded baggy of leaves
gently from the drawer, one pink body left behind
Its mother watching while it squirms
We are both helpless
Can you say heeby jeebies boys and girls??!! Ewwwww!
Oh how sweetly icky…I like your poem…thanks missie!,
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very touching, both observer and observed very vulnerable.
Wow – wonderful poem.
Thank you Laura 😊