Diary prose on mice feces
Hello!
There were mice feces on the bed
On the carpet
They’ve moved in in our absence, but the cats are there now!
The cats!
That’s brutal, because mice are beautiful in their own tiny ways
And cats too are beautiful in their somewhat, but still small
Ways
But brutal hunters
Such is the
Duality of life, and
The duality of having dual homes, but only one family to occupy them
There’s an imbalance
But effort is a
Finite resource
You cannot put it everywhere
There’s always trade-offs
The trade offs
sometimes you can put put the cats only
For example