Mouse by Ted Scott

Forgive me, you small furry beast
for I’ve been given a mission,
to trap you,
to remove you from our kitchen.

She said to show kindness and justice.
We discussed the means and the end.
Trespass is not a cardinal sin,
so we chose a non lethal trap,

that just locks you in, when you stray.
Your life is not to be threatened.
You’ll just be removed to the woods;
no harm at all,

except for the loss of your home, and
your loved ones,
and learning a new way to live,
in the woods, with new predators.

Think of it as a new adventure,
with new challenges to meet.
And think of me as your friend,
who gave you those new opportunities.

 And let us both reflect on this.
What if our roles were reversed?
Our Karmas exchanged in the kitchen
Would it be me in the woods, or worse?

This poem was published earlier this summer in “Boston Literary Magazine,” on-line and in print.