A mole all alone in a coffin of black,
A plastic prison,
The killer?- the trap?
A frame so small, the wrong shape.
It doesn’t belong here.
A protected species she said.
It doesn’t belong here.
How long did it lie there?
Leg red, head not;
Starving, suffering, a secret
I can tell, not.
The sacrifice of one for the safety of others.
A sanctuary for some, death for its brothers.
How can we blame them?
We lure them in.
It’s no fort knocks,
With a banquet fit for kings.
Quite the dessert they even provide
A portion of peanut butter for the ride.
And snap they’re dead.
Another body for the bin,
Then I rebait the trap, and click the metal back in.
A terrible start to the day,
To see what I saw.
Under the flap, behind closed doors.
It made me sad,
It made me confused.
How can a place like this be doing what we do?
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