I am up in the night too often these days

Sitting sleepless in the wee hours

cat on my lap

Often, I kill a flea

Oh yeas, it is a sin to have fleas, not for the Cat

But for the cats parents.

But with 6 cats we are besieged,

$20 flea regimens per cat equal $120 per month.....

yet they still find fleas to dine upon their feline corpus

forgive me father, for I have sinned

In expiation, when a flea should land on me

Cold Bloodedly, heartlessly and with grim satisfaction

I murder her ( for it is the female who seeks blood, that she may bring forth young....)

Fleas do not die easily... they cannot be swatted,

they thumb their nose as they leap away

after a good hit

Fleas must be utterly crushed,

ground between bone or fingernail

My mouth twisting in satisfaction as the flattened corpse is flicked away.

And yet, I mourn

I do not suffer fleas, because they make Herr Rudolph suffer.

He has sensitive skin and must be constantly petted and reassured

when he breaks out in allergic rash

I do not go hunting for fleas

as I once hunted deer and rabbits to eat

and woodchucks for the high crime of destroying pasturage

and endangering livestock.

I no longer hunt

It pains me just a little each time I kill..... even a flea

yet I do...... for it pains my child.

And I know in the fullness of eternity, by bits and bits and lives and deaths

the soul of the flea shall grow and mature, through beetle and newt

lizard and frog, politician and hog, till one day...

It shall sit grinning grimly with satisfaction

as it crushes the life out of the husk of a flea

that is me

What tales of Horror and Comedy we tell in the locker room!

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Comment by Keith Joiner on November 21, 2016 at 12:04pm

Next up, lets crush the foolish White Nationalists maniacs that are taking over our country. We may have to squash some of them before it is all over. 

Comment by Zanelle on November 21, 2016 at 12:05pm

Woo...I have to say I was moved by this poem...have to read it again. Thanks.

Comment by Token on November 21, 2016 at 12:31pm

Keith

I haven't decided yet whether you are ONLY a smartass, so while I decide, try to be entertaining. In terms of overall "crushabillity", you do realize that the"Foolish White Nationalist" are probably betterequiped to do the "squashing" at this point?

Comment by Token on November 21, 2016 at 12:34pm

Zanelle

Thank You. This is going to be the lead in to some deeper thoughts on violence and its consequences. I will be looking forward to your critique.  :-)

Comment by Foolish Monkey on November 21, 2016 at 12:51pm

I say prayers for the things I kill, although I'm not so sure there's Anyone listening.  If not, I hope their freed souls can hear my hopes for a smooth trip to wherever they're off to.   i am very aware of their sacrifice.  I see your dilemma - you must take care of Herr Rudolph.  it is only right.  

although we are equals, we all cannot share our space - I'm not so tolerant of their presence as they might be of mine - so ants, mice, spiders, mosquitoes, flies, even woodpeckers are either driven away or are dispatched.  (can't dispatch the damned woodpecker living in the tree that hovers over our house and pecks at the ants that travel around the shingle.)

we are a tough gang, humans.

Comment by Keith Joiner on November 21, 2016 at 12:55pm

Better equipped, as in more guns, more fire power?

They won't be defeated in that manner. 

Comment by Phyllis on November 21, 2016 at 5:27pm

You flick them away and let their little carcasses litter your house? I'm not sure, but I think that defeats your purpose. Flea larva feed on flea poop. What if that carcass is ready to lay eggs? Do they die when you smash her or do they still hatch? Fleas go into the trash and off to the landfill.

Comment by Token on November 21, 2016 at 7:28pm

Keith How will they be defeated then?

Comment by Token on November 21, 2016 at 7:30pm

Phyllis

Hadn't tought abot that, but actually, there is a trash can beside my chair, and I do flick them into it, after your putting those thoughts in my head, I will be doubly sure that they DO go out with the trash.

Comment by Token on November 21, 2016 at 7:35pm

Foolish Monkey

It never hurts to speak/think well of the dead, the universe hears.. ie, you hear your SELF

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