The elderly loved one
has a house, and
that house has a mouse
and another mouse
and another mouse.
A mouse family,
A mouse neighbourhood,
A mouse community,
A mouse town,
A mouse city.
It might be a welcome diversion–
Adorable fluffballs,
with round pink ears,
dangling tails, would be
delightful entertainment,
were their planners better
sanitary engineers.
Their dereliction
leads to mass eviction!
Bleach and scrubbing!
Now there’s interdiction,
sweet mousies who survive,
to you a benediction:
for happy life,
in another jurisdiction!
Shawn L. Bird 
Yep. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. Nice flow in the verse. We are all part of nature and often it is inarguably brutal.
Thanks, Jim.
Brilliant!!
Poetic justice? Sadly, yes.
Of mice and men-better the twain don’t meet!
I was thinking of Burns To A Mouse a lot…
Infliction with friction provides a tutorial
Tinctured extinction with law dictatorial.
The sickening quickening’s strictest conviction
Is slickening skids for a mouse contradiction.
But cold-blooded species with lid nictitation
Await the henceforthward invasive vacation.
For vermin are squirmingly rife. Propagation
Has stuck in the crawspace of many a nation.
That’s what I think, anyway. Thanks for asking, and keep up the good . . .
lol Thanks, Clay.