RIP Poor Little Mouse

I find it fitting but to post a poem for the poor little mouse from Ray's car that finally received his judgement of death by mouse trap.  Despite my argument that the mouse had to be proven guilty before being charged with the crime, Ray dealt him the trap that would lead to his ultimate demise.  So in closing we lay to rest the poor mouse that had no name. Rest in peace.

The Chariot ~ Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible.
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

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