The watermelon scented soy candle
I lit on top of the stove could be
in memory of the departed soul of
the decomposing mouse I discovered
under the oven or
a desperate effort to
mask the odor of
decay.
Observations and stories about life as we know it
January 2, 2016 in mice, Uncategorized
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