The Poetry of
Jack Scott

A Covenant with Mice

No, my children,
you can’t grow.
You must stay kittens
and eat fish,
a kind of vegetarian crow.
They say the taste of blood corrupts,
and alley rats sometimes eat cats,
a covenant with mice.
In is final;
out is no.

 

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