scurried about the byways and corridors of your world
until you came upon the mousetrap
that closed on your head still quivering with the scent of bait.
You died in flight
as the trap sprang up and over
now your back legs lie askew
your front paw reaching for your crushed spine.
I found you there, grotesque, and wondered
where else you might have gone today
who else you might have loved
and if I would have been careful enough to avoid your fate.
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