A memory popped up this evening. The "good'ole days" when we lived in an old house with rats and mice every day! What fun!(sarcasm here in my voice!) It does have a message in the end of the poem though!
The rats are curious little creatures. They eat anything just about. They especially like bacon with peanut butter on top yet carefully laid out in a trap though. I have to admire their tenacity! They do not give up until that piece of bacon is gone OR they are caught! We, the humans, should ALL be more like that, I would have to say!
Written April 11th, 2004 9:42pm CST All rights reserved
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