The gift

You may remember that we had a little trouble with

mice.

We caught two in humane traps

which I released in the park, car park.

Well after that we had to get a bit ruthless

as their calling cards (ahem) were everywhere

so we put down seven  

less humane traps,

and caught

absolutely 

nothing.

Since then there has been not a sign or squeak

out of any of them.

We were all very relieved.

But there is a postscript to this story.

I was getting out of the car

in my usual place in the park, car park today,

(the place that I chose as most suitable for mouse re-homing,)

when out of the corner of my eye

I saw something small and grey

on the tarmac.

I bent closer to examine it.

A broken mug handle

I thought,

with a tail,

I thought,

and a bright, beady eye,

looking up at me.

She has two broken ears.

 I had to bring her home.

I'm convinced I can see a smile on her face now.