The Crime of Being Small

For those who can't read pictures and don't want to click links:

"Kinder Than Man" by Althea Davis

And God
\ please let the deer
\ on the highway
\ get some kind of heaven.
\ Something with tall soft grass
\ and sweet reunion.
\ Let the moths in porch lights
\ go someplace
\ with a thousand suns,
\ that taste like sugar
\ and get swallowed whole.
\ May the mice
\ in oil and glue
\ have forever dry, warm fur
\ and full bellies.
\ If I am killed
\ for simply living,
\ let death be kinder
\ than man.

(Note: the image titles the poem as "The Crime Of Being Small", but the actual title appears to be "Kinder Than Man".)

glue traps are barbaric. Protip: if you have rats/mice, get a humane capture cage, and take them to somewhere with water and food for them then release.

Lovely. Seems (could be wrong) the title is actually Kinder than Man at which link those of us who hate bloody pictures of poems can have the text.