Shawn L. Bird

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poem- squeak November 26, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:20 am
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Rustling in the walls

“There’s a party going on around here”

Scurrying feet

Confidence in numbers

Why hide anymore?

Rodent rave!

Objects become vermin cesspools

reaking sewers of

spoiled food.

Pestilential festival!

Families unveiled:

babies, cousins, great-grandparents

intergenerational bliss.

There have been too many creature comforts.

Exterminator is not as successful

as one would hope.

Carpets ripped up

Insulation pulled out

Clean. Clean. Clean

Bleach billows in the mist.

Can anyone lend a cat?

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(Helping a relative clean up after an infestation.  Huge, very expensive, disgusting job!)