Trap Lines

How surprised I am
to so often discover
mice quickly dead
from forearms caught
in greedy grabs of Jif.
Rarely do they live
long and slow enough
for a patient attempt
at gnawing off a limb.
Wolves obviously have
slower metabolisms!

Silly mice.

Do they die of shock,
sheer embarrassment,
or outright boredom?
Have they not learnt
to build their own traps
outfit with Trex decks,
Costco tissue bundles,
Door-Dash pizza,
and endless Netflix?
There are more comfy
ways to cease to be.

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