Attention NaPoWriMoers, you're in the home stretch of week of one! Don't you feel like an olympian?!?
Today's prompt: write a poem about an animal. All my poems are about animals, even the ones that are about people. Which reminds me...
Exterminator by Lucien Stryk
Phone vibrates all winter. The
yet another squeal, demanding
he come fast. He plays at cat
and mouse, stalling them for hours,
days. Then pocketing thick
gloves, flashlight, steelwool,
poison, he enters musty corners,
sets dry traps, pours tempting
pellets into little paper boats,
launches them here and there.
As he stuffs holes, he contemplates
the toughness of a world which
outlaws creatures he has learned
to love: starved them from frozen
corn-stripped fields, small wonder
they outsmart those who grudge them
a few crumbs, a little warmth. The
exterminator does his job, takes his
money, leaves. In the long run of
things, he knows who will survive.