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Chicagoetry: Winter MiceWinter Mice The winter mice are reappearing, Fatalistically determined like lemmings Last season's traps remain, steadfast, solitary, Old wood-and-steel models aid sleek new black The old, dried peanut butter baits My technique is now highly refined, Having endured a learning curve with wood-and-steel: The cheapest ones, with the lame, plastic fake cheese You get used to the insult I wish I could welcome and nourish them, Sometimes at night I hear the metal ones snap Sometimes I don't find them for a day or two, jumping Lifeless body - into the trash. The new black plastic models A harvest of miniature regrets. Last winter seemed a holocaust. In winter - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * Kindled Tindall: The Novel * The Viral Video: The Match Game Dance Posted on December 18, 2017 |
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