Dawn of the Dead

You have to be dainty

In the dark morning all groggy and barefoot

Because stepping on a dead mouse

Is a terrible way to wake up

Especially if you haven’t had coffee

You shriek with gritted teeth

And hop on your good foot

Straight to the sink

You don’t get over it right away either

Each time you see the cat

You give her a dirty look

Full of recrimination.

She looks back at you

like mouse wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

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