Mice In The Attic...

Lining the path with cheese,

I offered the parting gift,
Devouring only to tease,
They withstood the drift.

The exorcising mews
Of many a prayerful cat,
Have been of little use,
Defied, every godly fiat.

I can’t live with a snake,
So got a gizmo to hiss,
Initially, they did shake,
Before scampering in bliss.

Another box did squawk,
As I emptied the repertoire,
The call of a preying hawk,
Couldn’t scare its bête noire.

Too quick, too slick,
Escaping every trap I lay,
The mice in the attic,
They just won’t go away.

It isn’t just their squeal,
That has me so vexed,
But their chosen meal,
The many books annexed.

They nibble at the pages,
A menace to knowledge,
Mine and of the past ages,
My life’s solitary privilege.

I fret, I weep, again worry,
Pills can’t sing me a lullaby,
As they boisterously scurry,
And I can’t even swear in reply.

My only solace is the clock,
It brings a fleeting smile,
As it goes tick and then tock,
It will only be a short while.