On returning home
An unfortunate mouse was struck dead by the trap we put under the kitchen sink.
And the sky is dark with clouds and stars and the moon is half
And we are back home again,
And I’m having different feelings, like a mix of bad and good: a tutti frutti of thoughts and feelings, if you’re allergic to pineapple, one might say.
The crab cages were blown away, we’ll have to find them tomorrow although I don’t hope for (polar) crabs in them then.
And the trash bins laid toppled on the fridge ground
Other than that, the house was in order.
I put the dead mouse in the compost part of the straightened trash bin.
It’ll become biofuel now