Tag: mischief

It’s odd how my lifehas balanced on some rat mischief-floating around-curing me previously, gnawing at me the next.Having nibbled my fingertips clean,they gnaw my toes.The three blind micelend me their stick,“It’s your cane,” they say.I beat them away knowing they will return either by drip or thru the walls. Notes: A group of rats is…