Ghost Dance

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Can't Miss

This morning I peeked as you found the trap
had been overturned on the shelf and sprung -
not even a whisker beneath the snap,
nor a crumb of cheese on the lolling tongue.
You puzzled over the axle and spring,
splintered your pen in the savage jaw.
You swore a blue streak, the while demanding,
"By what swift trick? By what physical law?
Can the vermin move at the speed of death?"
Then you hurled it in the trash with a hiss,
where I lay hiding and holding my breath.
The big red promise it said, "Can't Miss!"
For this, the challenge, I fashioned my plan
to prove myself either mouse or man.
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