The Mouse That

Owns My Camp

By: Gary Akin

There’s a rodent that lives behind the wall

He scratches and chews all night each fall

He can’t be killed, he’s far too clever

I think we’ll be stuck with his noises forever

I’ve tried to take him with traps and cheese

Peanut butter and anti-freeze

I’ve pounded the wall to make him pause

I’d lie back down and soon hear his claws

With Pop and Don coming up, I devised a plan

I’d feed him enough poison to kill a man

So I went to town… I bought a bunch

Hoping he’d choke after he ate his lunch

D-CON pellets are small and they’re green

A box under the stove should blow up his spleen!

I told Pop and Don we should get some sleep

Have your boots ready it’ll be wet but not deep

But rest didn’t come easy on their first night

That mouse was chewin’ with all his might

Don and I chuckled when we left to hunt

There wasn’t much time left for that pesky runt

For the box was empty, the pellets all gone

That mouse should be dead by tomorrow’s dawn

We walked that morning, not far, just a mile

But each step I took, I was wearing a smile

But when we returned I heard Don complain

His foot was hurting, and he was in pain

“Something’s in my boot and it feels like a stone”

Each step he took he felt it through to the bone

What could it be?  He tipped his boot to the floor

There in the light by the cabin’s front door

Then I was in shock by what I’d just seen

Five or six pellets!  All of them green!

That mouse was telling us, this was HIS place!

Don’t mess with HIM,.. Don’t get in HIS face!

He sent us a message that was plain to see

Next time those pellets might be in our coffee!

So now it’s HIS cabin, I need to remember

But he’s willing to share it when we come up in November

And I want him to keep allowing me back

So each night I’ll leave him a small shot of ‘Jack’!

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